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.

Canticum graduum Salomonis. [Nisi Dominus ædificaverit domum, in vanum laboraverunt qui ædificant eam. Nisi Dominus custodierit civitatem, frustra vigilat qui custodit eam.

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.

Vanum est vobis ante lucem surgere: surgite postquam sederitis, qui manducatis panem doloris. Cum dederit dilectis suis somnum,

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

ecce hæreditas Domini, filii; merces, fructus ventris.

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

Sicut sagittæ in manu potentis, ita filii excussorum.

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.

Beatus vir qui implevit desiderium suum ex ipsis: non confundetur cum loquetur inimicis suis in porta.]