Salme 127

1 (Sang til Festrejserne. Af Salomo.) Dersom HERREN ikke bygger huset, er Bygmestrenes Møje forgæves, dersom HERREN ikke vogter Byen, våger Vægteren forgæves.

A Song of degrees. Of Solomon. Unless Jehovah build the house, in vain do its builders labour in it; unless Jehovah keep the city, the keeper watcheth in vain:

2 Det er forgæves, I står årle op og går 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 lie down late, to eat the bread of sorrows: so to his beloved one he giveth sleep.

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

Lo, children are an inheritance from Jehovah, [and] the fruit of the womb a reward.

4 Som Pile i Krigerens Hånd er Sønner, man får 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, når han taler med Fjender i Porten.

Happy is the man that hath filled his quiver with them. They shall not be ashamed when they speak with enemies in the gate.