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 Yahweh builds the house, they work uselessly, those who build it. Unless Yahweh guards the city, the watchman stands guard uselessly.

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 useless for you to rise up early, to come home late, or to eat the bread of hard work, for Yahweh provides for his beloved as they sleep.

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

See, children are a heritage from Yahweh, and the fruit of the womb is a reward from him.

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

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, 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.

How blessed is the man that has his quiver full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts his enemies in the gate.