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. By Solomon.] Unless Jehovah builds the house, they labor in vain who build it. Unless Jehovah watches over the city, the watchman guards it 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 stay up late, eating the bread of toil; for he gives sleep to his loved ones.

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

Look, children are a heritage of Jehovah. 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 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 who has his quiver full of them. They won't be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.