Žalmy 127

1 Píseň stupňů, Šalomounova. Nebude-li Hospodin stavěti domu, nadarmo usilují ti, kteříž stavějí jej; nebude-li Hospodin ostříhati města, nadarmo bdí strážný.

A Song of the going up. Of Solomon. If the Lord is not helping the builders, then the building of a house is to no purpose: if the Lord does not keep the town, the watchman keeps his watch for nothing.

2 Daremnéť jest vám ráno vstávati, dlouho sedati, a jísti chléb bolesti, poněvadž Bůh dává milému svému i sen.

It is of no use for you to get up early, and to go late to your rest, with the bread of sorrow for your food; for the Lord gives to his loved ones in sleep.

3 Aj, dědictví od Hospodina jsou dítky, a plod života jest mzda.

See, sons are a heritage from the Lord; the fruit of the body is his reward.

4 Jako střely v ruce udatného, tak jsou dítky zdárné.

Like arrows in the hand of a man of war, are the children of the young.

5 Blahoslavený muž, kterýž by jimi naplnil toul svůj; nebudouť zahanbeni, když v rozepři budou s nepřátely v branách.

Happy is the man who has a good store of them; he will not be put to shame, but his cause will be supported by them against his haters.