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, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman wakes in vain.

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

In vain you rise early, and finish so late, and so eat sorrow’s bread; for he cares for his loved ones in their sleep.

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

Children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb, a reward.

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

Like arrows wielded by warriors, are the children of youth.

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

Happy the man who has filled his quiver full of them. He will not be ashamed when he speaks with enemies in the gate.