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 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, I staar aarle op og gaar sent til Ro, ædende Sliddets Brød; alt sligt vil han give 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, Sønner er HERRENS Gave, 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 Krigerens Haand er Sønner, man faar i sin Ungdom.

Like arrows in the hand of a man of war, are the children of the young.

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 a good store of them; he will not be put to shame, but his cause will be supported by them against his haters.