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.

Insa-a hi Yahweh Pakai apan louleh, asahon mohseh'a asah'u ahi. Khopi ngah'a hi Yahweh Pakai ajao louleh, khongah ho pannabei a hahkhovah ahiuve.

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.

Jingkah matah'a nakipat uva jankhang gei a nehding an holna a na natoh'u pan nabei ahi, ajeh chu Yahweh Pakai in angailut achate hi a-ihmut sunguva hi ijakai agontohpeh ahibouve.

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

Veuvin, chatehi Yahweh Pakaija kon a gou ahin, naobu sunga kona aga kimu jonghi kipa thilpeh ahi.

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

Khang don laija cha kineiho hi galsatpan akhutna thal changho akichoi tobang ahi.

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.

Thal chang abom dimsetna kipohpa anun nom ahi. Amachu agalmite toh thutan na munna akimuto teng gal lel hilouhel ding ahi.