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. Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it; except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh 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 that ye rise early, and sit up late, ye that eat the bread of toil; so He giveth unto His beloved in sleep.

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

Lo, children are a heritage of the LORD; 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 children of one's 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 that hath his quiver full of them; they shall not be put to shame, when they speak with their enemies in the gate.