< Salmos 127 >

1 Si Yavé no edifica la casa, En vano trabajan los que la edifican. Si Yavé no guarda la ciudad, En vano vela el vigilante.
A Song of the going up. Of Solomon. If the Lord is not helping the builders, then the building of a house is to no purpose: if the Lord does not keep the town, the watchman keeps his watch for nothing.
2 En vano ustedes se levantan de madrugada, Se van tarde a descansar, Y comen el pan de dolorosos trabajos, Porque Él da el sueño a sus amados.
It is of no use for you to get up early, and to go late to your rest, with the bread of sorrow for your food; for the Lord gives to his loved ones in sleep.
3 Ciertamente herencia de Yavé son los hijos. El fruto del vientre es una recompensa.
See, sons are a heritage from the Lord; the fruit of the body is his reward.
4 Como flechas en la mano del guerrero, Así son los hijos que llegan en la juventud.
Like arrows in the hand of a man of war, are the children of the young.
5 Inmensamente feliz es el varón Que llena su caja portátil de flechas con ellos. No será avergonzado Cuando hablen con sus enemigos en la puerta.
Happy is the man who has a good store of them; he will not be put to shame, but his cause will be supported by them against his haters.

< Salmos 127 >