Psalms 127

1 The song of greces of Salomon. `No but the Lord bilde the hous; thei that bilden it han trauelid in veyn. No but the Lord kepith the citee; he wakith in veyn that kepith it.

Except Yhwh build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except Yhwh keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.

2 It is veyn to you to rise bifore the liyt; rise ye after that ye han sete, that eten the breed of sorewe. Whanne he schal yyue sleep to his loued; lo!

It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.

3 the eritage of the Lord `is sones, the mede is the fruyt of wombe.

Lo, children are an heritage of Yhwh: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.

4 As arowis ben in the hond of the miyti; so the sones of hem that ben schakun out.

As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.

5 Blessid is the man, that hath fillid his desier of tho; he schal not be schent, whanne he schal speke to hise enemyes in the yate.

Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.