Psalms 127

1 A Song of degrees. Of Solomon. Unless Jehovah build the house, in vain do its builders labour in it; unless Jehovah keep the city, the keeper watcheth 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 lie down late, to eat the bread of sorrows: so to his beloved one he giveth sleep.

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 Lo, children are an inheritance from Jehovah, [and] the fruit of the womb a 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 that hath filled his quiver with them. They shall not be ashamed when they speak with enemies in the gate.

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