Псалми 127

1 Пісня проча́н. Соломо́нова.

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 Даре́мно вам ра́но вставати, допі́зна сидіти, їсти хліб загорьо́ваний, — Він і в спанні́ подасть другові Своє́му!

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 Діти — спа́дщина Господнє, плід утро́би — нагоро́да!

See, sons are a heritage from the Lord; the fruit of the body is his reward.

4 Як стрі́ли в руках того ве́летня, так і сини́ молоді́:

Like arrows in the hand of a man of war, are the children of the young.

5 блаженний той муж, що сагайдака́ свого ними напо́внив, — не бу́дуть такі посоро́млені, коли в брамі вони говори́тимуть із ворога́ми!

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.