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.

A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain; unless the LORD protects the city, its watchmen stand guard 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.

In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for bread to eat— for He gives sleep to His beloved.

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

Children are indeed a heritage from the LORD, and the fruit of the womb is His reward.

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

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

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

Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts the enemies at the gate.