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.

Pesem preizvrstna za Salomona. Ako Gospod ne zida hiše, zastonj bi se trudili zanjo zidarji; ako Gospod ne varuje mesta, zastonj bi bil priden čuvaj.

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.

Zastonj vam bodijo, kateri vstajajo pred svitom, ki sedévajo pozno, ki uživajo jed bolečin; tako daje ljubljencu svojemu spanje.

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

Glej, posest Gospodova so sinovi; plačilo sad telesni.

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

Kakor pušice v močnega roki, tako so dečki.

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.

Blagor možu, kateri bode napolnil tul z njimi; ne bode jih sram, temuč sovražnike pokončajo v njih vratih.