Psalms 127

1 A Song of Ascents. By Solomon. Unless Yahweh builds the house, they who build it labor in vain. Unless Yahweh watches over the city, the watchman guards it in vain.

Hina Gode da diasu hame gagui ganiaba, diasu gagui dunu ilia hawa: hamomu da hamedela: loba. Hina Gode da moilai bai bagade hame gaga: i ganiaba, sosodo aligisu dunu da udigili sosodo aligila: loba.

2 It is vain for you to rise up early, to stay up late, eating the bread of toil, for he gives sleep to his loved ones.

Abuliba: le hahabedafa wa: legadole, bagadewane hawa: hamonana gasimogoa fawane bu golama: bela: ? Bai Hina Gode Ea dogolegei fi dunu ilia da golai dialeawane, E da ilia ha: i manu amola labe liligi huluane ilima iaha.

3 Behold, children are a heritage of Yahweh. The fruit of the womb is his reward.

Mano ilia da Hina Gode Ea hahawane dogolegele iasu liligi. E da nini hahawane ba: ma: ne, mano ninima iaha.

4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, so are the children of youth.

Nowa da ayeligiawane, dunu mano lalelegesea, amo dunu mano da dadi gagui dunuga ea dadi hodo gagui agoai ba: sa.

5 Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They won’t be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.

Nowa da amo dadi hodo bagohame gagusia, e da hahawane bagade gala. E da ea ha lai dunu amo fofada: su diasuga fofada: sea, ilia da ema hamedafa hasalasimu.