Sams-Zgame 127

1 Hagi Ra Anumzamo'ma mago noma onkisiana, ana noma kisia kamunta nemofo eri'zamo'a amne zankna hugahie. Hagi Ra Anumzamo'ma mago rankuma'ma kegavama osaniana, kuma kvama nehaza vahe'mokizmi eri'zamo'a, amne zankna hugahie.

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 Kagrama ne'zama nesana zanku'ma kamu'nasisima nehunka, nanterame otinka eri'zama e'nerinkeno vuno hanima huno kenage'ma nesegenka nontegama neanana, amne zampi hankaveka'a netrane. Na'ankure Ra Anumzamo'a agrama avesi nezmantea vahera mani frua zamige'za zamura nemsaze.

In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for bread to eat— for He gives sleep to His beloved.

3 Ra Anumzamo'ma mofavreramima neramiana museza neramie. Ana hu'neankino Anumzamo'a asomu hunerante.

Children are indeed a heritage from the LORD, and the fruit of the womb is His reward.

4 Kasefa ne'mofo mofavreramimo'za harafa vahe'mo'ma azampima keveramima eriaza nehie.

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

5 Keve kupima keveramima eri viteankna huno, rama'a ne' mofavreramima eri fore'ma hu'nesia ne'mo'a muse hugahie. Na'ankure agra agazegura osuno ha' vahe'anena kuma kafantera keaga hugahie.

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.