< Salme 127 >

1 Dersom Herren ikke bygger Huset, da arbejde de forgæves, som bygge derpaa; dersom Herren ikke bevarer Staden, da vaager Vægteren forgæves.
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 Det er forgæves, at I staa aarle op, sidde længe, æde Brød med Bekymring; thi sligt giver han sin Ven i Søvne.
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 Se, Børn ere en Arv fra Herren, Livsens Frugt er en Løn.
See, sons are a heritage from the Lord; the fruit of the body is his reward.
4 Som Pile i den vældiges Haand, saa ere Ungdoms Sønner.
Like arrows in the hand of a man of war, are the children of the young.
5 Lyksalig den Mand, som har fyldt sit Kogger med dem; de skulle ikke beskæmmes, naar de tale med Fjender i Porten.
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.

< Salme 127 >