Psalms 127

1 A Song of Ascents. By Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, they who build it labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchman guards it in vain.

Insa-a hi Pakai apan louleh, asahon mohseh’a asah’u ahi. Khopi ngah’a hi Pakai ajao louleh, khongah ho pannabei a hahkhovah ahiuve.

2 It is vain for you to rise up early, to stay up late, eating the bread of toil, for he gives sleep to his loved ones.

Jingkah matah’a nakipat uva jankhang gei a nehding an holna a na natoh’u pan nabei ahi, ajeh chu Pakai in angailut achate hi a-ihmut sunguva hi ijakai agontohpeh ahibouve.

3 Behold, children are a heritage of the LORD. The fruit of the womb is his reward.

Veuvin, chatehi Pakaija kon a gou ahin, naobu sunga kona aga kimu jonghi kipa thilpeh ahi.

4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, so are the children of youth.

Khangdon laiya cha kineiho hi galsatpan akhutna thalchangho akichoi tobang ahi.

5 Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They will not be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.

Thalchang abom dimsetna kipohpa anunnom ahi. Amachu agalmite toh thutanna munna akimuto teng gallel hilouhel ding ahi.