Psalms 127

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. A psalm of Solomon. If the Lord doesn't build the house, the work of the builders is futile. If the Lord doesn't guard the city, the work of the guards is pointless.

١ تَرْنِيمَةُ الْمَصَاعِدِ لِسُلَيْمَانَ إِنْ لَمْ يَبْنِ الرَّبُّ الْبَيْتَ، فَبَاطِلاً يَتْعَبُ الْبَنَّاؤُونَ. وَإِنْ لَمْ يَحْرُسِ الرَّبُّ الْمَدِينَةَ فَبَاطِلاً يَسْهَرُ الْحَارِسُ.

2 It's useless to get up early in the morning and go to work, and stay late into the evening, worrying about earning enough to eat, when the Lord gives rest to those he loves.

٢ بَاطِلاً تَكِدُّونَ مِنَ الْفَجْرِ الْمُبَكِّرِ وَإِلَى وَقْتٍ مُتَأَخِّرٍ مِنَ اللَّيْلِ فِي سَبِيلِ لُقْمَةِ الْعَيْشِ، فَإِنَّ الرَّبَّ يَسُدُّ حَاجَةَ أَحِبَّائِهِ حَتَّى وَهُمْ نِيَامٌ.

3 Children certainly are a gift from the Lord, for a family is a blessing.

٣ هُوَذَا الْبَنُونَ مِيرَاثٌ مِنْ عِنْدِ الرَّبِّ، وَالأَوْلادُ ثَوَابٌ مِنْهُ.

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

٤ أَبْنَاءُ الشَّبِيبَةِ مِثْلُ سِهَامٍ فِي يَدِ جَبَّارٍ مُتَمَرِّسٍ.

5 Happy is the father who fills his quiver with them! Such fathers will not be embarrassed when they confront their enemies at the city gate.

٥ طُوبَى لِلَّذِي مَلأَ جُعْبَتَهُ مِنْهُمْ، فَإِنَّهُمْ لَا يَخِيبُونَ حِينَ يُوَاجِهُونَ الخُصُومَ فِي مَجْلِسِ القَضَاءِ عِنْدَ بَوَّابَةِ الْمَدِينَةِ.