Psalms 127

1 The song of greces of Salomon. `No but the Lord bilde the hous; thei that bilden it han trauelid in veyn. No but the Lord kepith the citee; he wakith in veyn that kepith it.

MA Ieowa sota pan kauada im o, dodok en pwin sause sota pan katepa; ma Ieowa sota pan sinsila kanim o, saunmasamasan pan masamasan mal.

2 It is veyn to you to rise bifore the liyt; rise ye after that ye han sete, that eten the breed of sorewe. Whanne he schal yyue sleep to his loued; lo!

Sota katepa ong komail, ma komail pan paurida nin soran, ap pil pwand kamol ni pong, o toutouki okotme, ni omail mangamanga, pwe a kin kakepwapwala sapwilim a kompokepa kan ni ar mamair.

3 the eritage of the Lord `is sones, the mede is the fruyt of wombe.

Kilang, seri ko iei kisakis eu sang ren Ieowa, o wan aramas pai eu.

4 As arowis ben in the hond of the miyti; so the sones of hem that ben schakun out.

Duen kanangan kasik katieu nan pa en ol komad amen, iduen putak ko ar pan pwaida.

5 Blessid is the man, that hath fillid his desier of tho; he schal not be schent, whanne he schal speke to hise enemyes in the yate.

Meid pai ol o, me a lepan me direki mepukat! Re sota pan sarodi, ni ar kapung pena ren ar imwintiti kan.