Psalms 127

1 A Song of the going up. Of Solomon. If the Lord is not helping the builders, then the building of a house is to no purpose: if the Lord does not keep the town, the watchman keeps his watch for nothing.

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

2 It is of no use for you to get up early, and to go late to your rest, with the bread of sorrow for your food; for the Lord gives to his loved ones in sleep.

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 See, sons are a heritage from the Lord; the fruit of the body is his reward.

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

4 Like arrows in the hand of a man of war, are the children of the young.

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

5 Happy is the man who has a good store of them; he will not be put to shame, but his cause will be supported by them against his haters.

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