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1 Аще не Господь созиждет дом, всуе трудишася зиждущии: аще не Господь сохранит град, всуе бде стрегий.

A Song of Ascents. By Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, they who build it labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchman guards it in vain.

2 Всуе вам есть утреневати: востанете по седении ядущии хлеб болезни, егда даст возлюбленным Своим сон.

It is vain for you to rise up early, to stay up late, eating the bread of toil, for he gives sleep to his loved ones.

3 Се, достояние Господне сынове, мзда плода чревняго.

Behold, children are a heritage of the LORD. The fruit of the womb is his reward.

4 Яко стрелы в руце сильнаго, тако сынове оттрясенных.

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

5 Блажен, иже исполнит желание свое от них: не постыдятся, егда глаголют врагом своим во вратех.

Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They will not be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.