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.

Ko e Hiva ʻae ʻalu hake maʻa Solomone. Kapau ʻe ʻikai langa ʻe Sihova ʻae fale, ʻoku taʻeʻaonga ʻae ngāue ʻanautolu ʻoku nau langa ia: kapau ʻe ʻikai tauhi ʻe Sihova ʻae kolo, ʻoku taʻeʻaonga ʻae ʻā ʻae tangata leʻo.

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.

‌ʻOku taʻeʻaonga hoʻomou tuʻu hake hengihengi pē, mo nofo pē ʻo fuoloa ʻi he pō, ke kai ʻae mā ʻoe mamahi: he ʻoku ne foaki ʻae mohe ki heʻene pele.

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

Vakai, ko e fānau ko e tofiʻa meia Sihova: pea ko e fua ʻoe manāva ko ʻene totongi.

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

Hangē ko e ngaahi ngahau ʻi he nima ʻoe tangata mālohi; ʻoku pehē ʻae fānau ʻae talavou.

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.

‌ʻOku monūʻia ʻae tangata ʻaia ʻoku fonu ʻene hōfangahau ʻiate kinautolu: ʻe ʻikai tenau mā, ka tenau lea ki he ngaahi fili ʻi he matapā.