Psalmi 127

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

A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain; unless the LORD protects the city, its watchmen stand guard in vain.

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

In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for bread to eat— for He gives sleep to His beloved.

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

Children are indeed a heritage from the LORD, and the fruit of the womb is His reward.

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

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are children born in one’s youth.

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

Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts the enemies at the gate.