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.

Salamana svētku dziesma. Ja Tas Kungs namu neuztaisa, tad darbojās velti, kas pie tā strādā; ja Tas Kungs pilsētu neapsargā, tad sargs velti nomodā.

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.

Velti jums, agri celties un vēlu palikt nomodā un ēst savu maizi ar bēdām. Tiešām, Saviem mīļiem Viņš dod miegā.

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

Redzi, bērni ir manta no Tā Kunga, un miesas auglis ir dāvana.

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

Tā kā bultas stipra vīra rokās, tāpat ir jaunie bērni.

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.

Svētīgs tas vīrs, kas savu bultu maku ar to pildījis; tie netaps kaunā, kad tiem vārtos nāk runas ar saviem ienaidniekiem.