< 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 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 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 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 Hånd er Sønner, man får 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, når 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.