Psalms 127

1 A song of ascents, of Solomon. Unless Yahweh builds the house, they work uselessly, those who build it. Unless Yahweh guards the city, the watchman stands guard uselessly.

Wer ma ji wero kadhi e hekalu. Mar Solomon. Ka Jehova Nyasaye ok ema ger ot, to joma gere nyagore gi tich matek kayiem nono. Ka Jehova Nyasaye ok ema orito dala, to jorito ochungʼ karito kayiem.

2 It is useless for you to rise up early, to come home late, or to eat the bread of hard work, for Yahweh provides for his beloved as they sleep.

In bende imondo chiewo chon kendo ineno nyaka sa molewo, kinyagori gi tich matek mondo iyud chiemo minyalo chamo; nimar Nyasaye miyo joge mohero nindo mokwe.

3 See, children are a heritage from Yahweh, and the fruit of the womb is a reward from him.

Yawuowi gin gweth moa kuom Jehova Nyasaye, adier, nyithindo gin mich moa kuome.

4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth.

Yawuowi ma ngʼato onywolo kapod otin, chalo gi asere manie lwet jakedo.

5 How blessed is the man that has his quiver full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts his enemies in the gate.

Ngʼat ma ofukune opongʼ kodgi en ngʼama ogwedhi. Ok ginine wichkuot ka gikedo gi wasikgi e dhorangach.