Psalms 127

1 [A Song of Ascents. By Solomon.] Unless the LORD builds the house, they labor in vain who build it. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchman guards it 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 up early, to stay up late, eating the bread of toil; for he gives sleep to his loved ones.

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 Look, children are a heritage of the LORD. The fruit of the womb is a reward.

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 youth.

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

5 Blessed is the man who has his quiver full of them. They won't be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.

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