< Psalms 127 >

1 MA Ieowa jota pan kauada im o, dodok en pwin jauje jota pan katepa; ma Ieowa jota pan jinjila kanim o, jaunmajamajan pan majamajan mal.
A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. A psalm of Solomon. If the Lord doesn't build the house, the work of the builders is futile. If the Lord doesn't guard the city, the work of the guards is pointless.
2 Jota katepa on komail, ma komail pan paurida nin joran, ap pil pwand kamol ni pon, o toutouki okotme, ni omail manamana, pwe a kin kakepwapwala japwilim a kompokepa kan ni ar mamair.
It's useless to get up early in the morning and go to work, and stay late into the evening, worrying about earning enough to eat, when the Lord gives rest to those he loves.
3 Kilan, jeri ko iei kijakij eu jan ren Ieowa, o wan aramaj pai eu.
Children certainly are a gift from the Lord, for a family is a blessing.
4 Duen kananan kajik katieu nan pa en ol komad amen, iduen putak ko ar pan pwaida.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of a young man.
5 Meid pai ol o, me a lepan me direki mepukat! Re jota pan jarodi, ni ar kapun pena ren ar imwintiti kan.
Happy is the father who fills his quiver with them! Such fathers will not be embarrassed when they confront their enemies at the city gate.

< Psalms 127 >