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. By Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, they who build it labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchman guards it in vain.

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 vain for you to rise up early, to stay up late, eating the bread of toil, for he gives sleep to his loved ones.

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

Behold, children are a heritage of the LORD. The fruit of the womb is his reward.

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

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

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 his quiver full of them. They won’t be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.