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.

Solomon kah Tangtlaeng Laa BOEIPA loh im a sak pawt atah a soah aka sa rhoek khaw a poeyoek lam ni a thakthae uh. BOEIPA loh khopuei a hung pawt atah aka hung khaw a poeyoek lam ni a hak.

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.

A thoh neh hlah uh tih kholaeh daengla aka duem, patangnah buh aka ca nang ham a poeyoek mai ni. Ih pataeng a lungnah taengah ni a paek.

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

C a rhoek he BOEIPA rho neh bungko thaihtae kah thapang ni ne.

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

Camoe ca rhoek khaw hlangrhalh kut dongkah thaltang bangla om tangloeng.

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.

Te rhoek neh a liva aka bae sak hlang te tah a yoethen. Vongka kah thunkha neh a oelh uh rhoi vaengah yahpok uh mahpawh.