Psalms 127

1 A Song of Degrees. Except the Lord build the house, they that build labor in vain: except the Lord keep the city, the watchman watches in vain.

Sang til Festrejserne. Af Salomo. Dersom HERREN ikke bygger Huset, er Bygmestrenes Møje forgæves, dersom HERREN ikke vogter Byen, vaager Vægteren forgæves.

2 It is vain for you to rise early: you rise up after resting, you that eat the bread of grief; while he gives sleep to his beloved.

Det er forgæves, I staar aarle op og gaar sent til Ro, ædende Sliddets Brød; alt sligt vil han give sin Ven i Søvne.

3 Behold, the inheritance of the Lord, children, the reward of the fruit of the womb.

Se, Sønner er HERRENS Gave, Livsens Frugt er en Løn.

4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty man; so are the children of those who were outcasts.

Som Pile i Krigerens Haand er Sønner, man faar i sin Ungdom.

5 Blessed is the man who shall satisfy his desire with them: they shall not be ashamed when they shall speak to their enemies in the gates.

Salig den Mand, som fylder sit Kogger med dem; han beskæmmes ej, naar han taler med Fjender i Porten.