Psalmi 127

1 Salamana svētku dziesma. Ja Tas Kungs namu neuztaisa, tad darbojās velti, kas pie tā strādā; ja Tas Kungs pilsētu neapsargā, tad sargs velti nomodā.

“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.

2 Velti jums, agri celties un vēlu palikt nomodā un ēst savu maizi ar bēdām. Tiešām, Saviem mīļiem Viņš dod miegā.

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.

3 Redzi, bērni ir manta no Tā Kunga, un miesas auglis ir dāvana.

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

4 Tā kā bultas stipra vīra rokās, tāpat ir jaunie bērni.

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

5 Svētīgs tas vīrs, kas savu bultu maku ar to pildījis; tie netaps kaunā, kad tiem vārtos nāk runas ar saviem ienaidniekiem.

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.