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 up early, and so late take rest, and eat the bread of toil: [for] so he giveth unto his beloved sleep.

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

Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: [and] the fruit of the womb is [his] 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 his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, when they speak with their enemies in the gate.