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.

ソロモンがよめる京まうでのうた ヱホバ家をたてたまふにあらずば 建るものの勤労はむなしく ヱホバ城をまもりたまふにあらずば衛士のさめをるは徒労なり

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.

なんぢら早くおき遅くいねて辛苦の糧をくらふはむなしきなり 斯てヱホバその愛しみたまふものに寝をあたへたまふ

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

みよ子輩はヱホバのあたへたまふ嗣業にして 胎の實はその報のたまものなり

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

年壮きころほひの子はますらをの手にある矢のごとし

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.

矢のみちたる箙をもつ人はさいはひなり かれら門にありて仇とものいふとき恥ることあらじ