Псалтирь 127

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

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

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 Се, достояние Господне сынове, мзда плода чревняго.

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

4 Яко стрелы в руце сильнаго, тако сынове оттрясенных.

Like 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 that hath his quiver filled with them: they shall not be put to shame, when they do speak with the enemies in the gate.