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:

¹¶ He waiata; he pikitanga. Na Horomona. Ki te kore e hanga e Ihowa te whare, he maumau mahi ta nga kaihanga; ki te kore e tiakina e Ihowa te pa, maumau mataara noa te kaitiaki.

²It 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.

²He maumau to koutou ara wawe, to koutou noho roa i te po, ta koutou kai i te taro o te mauiui: ko tana moe tena ka homai nei ki tana e aroha ai.

³Lo, children are an inheritance from Jehovah, [and] the fruit of the womb a reward.

³Na he taonga pumau na Ihowa nga tamariki, ko nga hua ano o te kopu tana utu.

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

⁴E rite ana ki nga pere i te ringaringa o te tangata kaha te whanau o te taitamarikitanga.

⁵Happy is the man that hath filled his quiver with them. They shall not be ashamed when they speak with enemies in the gate.

⁵Ka hari te tangata kua ki nei tana papa pere i a ratou: e kore ratou e whakama, ina korero ki o ratou hoariri i te kuwaha.