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 ascents, of Solomon. Unless Yahweh builds the house, they work uselessly, those who build it. Unless Yahweh guards the city, the watchman stands guard uselessly.

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 useless for you to rise up early, to come home late, or to eat the bread of hard work, for Yahweh provides for his beloved as they sleep.

3 Se, Børn ere en Arv fra Herren, Livsens Frugt er en Løn.

See, children are a heritage from Yahweh, and the fruit of the womb is a reward from him.

4 Som Pile i den vældiges Haand, saa ere Ungdoms Sønner.

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth.

5 Lyksalig den Mand, som har fyldt sit Kogger med dem; de skulle ikke beskæmmes, naar de tale med Fjender i Porten.

How blessed is the man that has his quiver full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts his enemies in the gate.