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.

Sang til Festrejserne. Af Salomo. Dersom HERREN ikke bygger Huset, er Bygmestrenes Møje forgæves, dersom HERREN ikke vogter Byen, vaager Vægteren forgæves.

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

Det er forgæves, I staar aarle op og gaar sent til Ro, ædende Sliddets Brød; alt sligt vil han give sin Ven i Søvne.

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

Se, Sønner er HERRENS Gave, Livsens Frugt er en Løn.

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

Som Pile i Krigerens Haand er Sønner, man faar i sin Ungdom.

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.

Salig den Mand, som fylder sit Kogger med dem; han beskæmmes ej, naar han taler med Fjender i Porten.