Psalms 127

1 A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labour in vain. Unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman wakes in vain.

Y Cantan Quinajulo; iyon Salomon. YANGUIN ti si Jeova y jumatsa y guima, taebale y finatinasñija y manmachocho: yanguin ti si Jeova y umadaje y siuda, y guatdia magmamataja lao taebale.

2 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.

Taebale y uncajulo taftaf, ya undescansa atrasao, ya uncano y pan pinite: sa jananaeja ni y güinaeyaña y mamaego.

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

Estagüe, y famaguon erensian Jeova: ya yi tinegcha y tiyan, apasiña.

4 Like arrows wielded by warriors, are the children of youth.

Jaftaemanoja y flecha gui canae y matatnga na taotao; taegüijeja locue y famaguon y manpatgon.

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

Magof y taotao yanguin bula y questat y flechaña nu sija: ti ufanmamajlao, lao ufanguentos yan y enemigo sija gui trangca.