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.

[Psalm lal Solomon] LEUM GOD El fin tia musai lohm se, Na elos su musai fah orekma ke wangin sripa. LEUM GOD El fin tia karingin siti se, Na wangin sripa mwet soan in tu karingin acn sac.

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.

Wangin sripen kemkatu lowos In toang som orekma, ac pahtlac in eis pacl in mongla. Tuh LEUM GOD El sang mwe enenu nu selos su El lungse Ke pacl elos motul.

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

Tulik uh mwe usru sin LEUM GOD me; Elos mwe insewowo.

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

Tulik mukul nutin sie mwet ke pacl el fusr uh Elos oana sukan pisr inpoun sie mwet mweun.

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.

Insewowo mwet se su pus sukan pisr natul. El ac fah tiana kutangyukla Ke el osun nu sin mwet lokoalok lal ke acn in nununku.