Psaumes 127

1 Cantique des degrés de Salomon.

A Song of the going up. Of Solomon. If the Lord is not helping the builders, then the building of a house is to no purpose: if the Lord does not keep the town, the watchman keeps his watch for nothing.

2 C’est chose vaine à vous de vous lever avant le jour: levez-vous après que vous aurez pris du repos, vous qui mangez un pain de douleur.

It is of no use for you to get up early, and to go late to your rest, with the bread of sorrow for your food; for the Lord gives to his loved ones in sleep.

3 Voici l’héritage du Seigneur, des fils; la récompense, le fruit des entrailles.

See, sons are a heritage from the Lord; the fruit of the body is his reward.

4 Comme des flèches dans la main d’un archer vigoureux, ainsi sont les fils des exilés.

Like arrows in the hand of a man of war, are the children of the young.

5 Bienheureux l’homme qui par eux a rempli son désir; il ne sera pas confondu, lorsqu’il parlera à ses ennemis à la porte de la ville.

Happy is the man who has a good store of them; he will not be put to shame, but his cause will be supported by them against his haters.