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.

Cántico gradual. De Salomón. Si Yahvé no edifica la casa, en vano trabajan los que la construyen. Si Yahvé no guarda la ciudad, el centinela se desvela en vano.

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.

Vano es que os levantéis antes del alba, que os recojáis tarde a descansar, que comáis pan de dolores; porque Él regala a sus amigos (aun) durante el sueño.

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

Vedlo: don de Yahvé son los hijos, el fruto del seno es un regalo.

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

Como flechas en manos del guerrero, así son los hijos de la juventud.

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.

Dichoso el varón que tiene su aljaba llena de ellos; no será confundido cuando, en la puerta, litigue con sus adversarios.