Psalms 127

1 “A song of the degrees for Solomon.” Unless the Lord do build the house, in vain labor they that build on it: unless the Lord guard the city, in vain is the watchman wakeful.

Ako Gospod neæe graditi doma, uzalud se muèe koji ga grade; ako neæe Gospod èuvati grada, uzalud ne spava stražar.

2 It is in vain for you to be early in rising, to be late in sitting up, eating the bread of painful toils; [for] so doth he give unto his beloved during sleep.

Uzalud ranite, dockan liježete, jedete hljeb umorni; milome svojemu on daje san.

3 Lo, children are an inheritance from the Lord: a reward is the fruit of the body.

Evo našljedstva od Gospoda: djeca, porod je dar od njega.

4 Like arrows in the hand of a mighty man, so are the children of youth.

Što su strijele u ruci jakome, to su sinovi mladi.

5 Happy is the man that hath his quiver filled with them: they shall not be put to shame, when they do speak with the enemies in the gate.

Blago èovjeku koji je njima napunio tul svoj! Neæe se osramotiti kad se stanu razgovarati s neprijateljima na vratima.