Salme 127

1 Sang til Festrejserne. Af Salomo. Dersom HERREN ikke bygger Huset, er Bygmestrenes Møje forgæves, dersom HERREN ikke vogter Byen, vaager Vægteren forgæves.

Unless Jehovah builds the house, they labor in vain who build it. Unless Jehovah guards the city, the watchman wake but in vain.

2 Det er forgæves, I staar aarle op og gaar sent til Ro, ædende Sliddets Brød; alt sligt vil han give sin Ven i Søvne.

It is vain for you to rise up early, to take rest late, to eat the bread of toil, for so he gives sleep to his beloved.

3 Se, Sønner er HERRENS Gave, Livsens Frugt er en Løn.

Lo, sons are a heritage of Jehovah, and the fruit of the womb is a reward.

4 Som Pile i Krigerens Haand er Sønner, man faar i sin Ungdom.

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

5 Salig den Mand, som fylder sit Kogger med dem; han beskæmmes ej, naar han taler med Fjender i Porten.

Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They shall not be put to shame when they speak with their enemies in the gate.