< المَزامِير 127 >
تَرْنِيمَةُ الْمَصَاعِدِ لِسُلَيْمَانَ إِنْ لَمْ يَبْنِ الرَّبُّ الْبَيْتَ، فَبَاطِلاً يَتْعَبُ الْبَنَّاؤُونَ. وَإِنْ لَمْ يَحْرُسِ الرَّبُّ الْمَدِينَةَ فَبَاطِلاً يَسْهَرُ الْحَارِسُ. | ١ 1 |
A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman wakes in vain.
بَاطِلاً تَكِدُّونَ مِنَ الْفَجْرِ الْمُبَكِّرِ وَإِلَى وَقْتٍ مُتَأَخِّرٍ مِنَ اللَّيْلِ فِي سَبِيلِ لُقْمَةِ الْعَيْشِ، فَإِنَّ الرَّبَّ يَسُدُّ حَاجَةَ أَحِبَّائِهِ حَتَّى وَهُمْ نِيَامٌ. | ٢ 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.
هُوَذَا الْبَنُونَ مِيرَاثٌ مِنْ عِنْدِ الرَّبِّ، وَالأَوْلادُ ثَوَابٌ مِنْهُ. | ٣ 3 |
Children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb, a reward.
أَبْنَاءُ الشَّبِيبَةِ مِثْلُ سِهَامٍ فِي يَدِ جَبَّارٍ مُتَمَرِّسٍ. | ٤ 4 |
Like arrows wielded by warriors, are the children of youth.
طُوبَى لِلَّذِي مَلأَ جُعْبَتَهُ مِنْهُمْ، فَإِنَّهُمْ لَا يَخِيبُونَ حِينَ يُوَاجِهُونَ الخُصُومَ فِي مَجْلِسِ القَضَاءِ عِنْدَ بَوَّابَةِ الْمَدِينَةِ. | ٥ 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.