< Halelu 127 >

1 I NA aole o Iehova e kukulu i ka hale, Hooikaika make hewa ka poe nana e kukulu: Ina aole o Iehova e malama i ke kulanakauhale, Make hewa ka makaala ana o ka poe malama.
A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain; unless the LORD protects the city, its watchmen stand guard in vain.
2 He mea wale ia oukou ke ala i kakahiaka nui Mahope o ka hoomaha ana, E ai i ka ai o ka hookaumahaia; No ka mea, pela oia e hoomoe ai i kona poe aloha.
In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for bread to eat— for He gives sleep to His beloved.
3 Aia hoi! o na keiki, he hooilina lakou no Iehova mai; A o ka hua o ka opu, he uku no ia.
Children are indeed a heritage from the LORD, and the fruit of the womb is His reward.
4 E like me na pua ma ka lima o ke kanaka ikaika, Pela no na keiki a ka poe opiopio.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are children born in one’s youth.
5 Pomaikai ke kanaka ke piha kana aapua ia lakou; Aole lakou e hilahila, No ka mea, e olelo no lakou i na enemi ma ka puka pa.
Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts the enemies at the gate.

< Halelu 127 >