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, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman wakes 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 finish so late, and so eat sorrow’s bread; for he cares for his loved ones in their sleep.

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

Children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb, a reward.

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

Like arrows wielded by warriors, are the children of 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.

Happy the man who has filled his quiver full of them. He will not be ashamed when he speaks with enemies in the gate.