Psalms 127

1 A song of degrees, or Psalme of Salomon. Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vaine that build it: except the Lord keepe the citie, the keeper watcheth in vaine.

A song of ascents, of Solomon. Unless Yahweh builds the house, they work uselessly, those who build it. Unless Yahweh guards the city, the watchman stands guard uselessly.

2 It is in vaine for you to rise earely, and to lie downe late, and eate the bread of sorow: but he wil surely giue rest to his beloued.

It is useless for you to rise up early, to come home late, or to eat the bread of hard work, for Yahweh provides for his beloved as they sleep.

3 Beholde, children are the inheritance of the Lord, and the fruite of the wombe his rewarde.

See, children are a heritage from Yahweh, and the fruit of the womb is a reward from him.

4 As are the arrowes in the hand of ye strong man: so are the children of youth.

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth.

5 Blessed is the man, that hath his quiuer full of them: for they shall not be ashamed, when they speake with their enemies in the gate.

How blessed is the man that has his quiver full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts his enemies in the gate.