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 the degrees for Solomon.” Unless the Lord do build the house, in vain labor they that build on it: unless the Lord guard the city, in vain is the watchman wakeful.

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 in vain for you to be early in rising, to be late in sitting up, eating the bread of painful toils; [for] so doth he give unto his beloved during sleep.

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

Lo, children are an inheritance from the Lord: a reward is the fruit of the body.

4 Som Pile i Krigerens Hånd er Sønner, man får i sin Ungdom.

Like 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 his quiver filled with them: they shall not be put to shame, when they do speak with the enemies in the gate.