< 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, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman wakes 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 finish so late, and so eat sorrow’s bread; for he cares for his loved ones in their sleep.
3 Se, Sønner er HERRENS Gave, Livsens Frugt er en Løn.
Children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb, a reward.
4 Som Pile i Krigerens Haand er Sønner, man faar i sin Ungdom.
Like arrows wielded by warriors, 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.
Happy the man who has filled his quiver full of them. He will not be ashamed when he speaks with enemies in the gate.