Psalms 127

1 A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain; unless the LORD protects the city, its watchmen stand guard in vain.

Hodočasnička pjesma. Salomonova. Ako Jahve kuću ne gradi, uzalud se muče graditelji. Ako Jahve grad ne čuva, uzalud stražar bdi.

2 In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for bread to eat— for He gives sleep to His beloved.

Uzalud vam je ustat prije zore i dugo u noć sjediti, vi što jedete kruh muke: miljenicima svojim u snu on daje.

3 Children are indeed a heritage from the LORD, and the fruit of the womb is His reward.

Evo: sinovi su Jahvin dar, plod utrobe njegova je nagrada.

4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are children born in one’s youth.

Strelica u ruci ratnika - to su sinovi mladosti.

5 Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts the enemies at the gate.

Blago čovjeku koji njima napuni tobolac, neće se postidjeti kad se prÓeo bude s dušmanom na vratima.