اَلْمَزَامِيرُ 127

تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ. لِسُلَيْمَانَ إِنْ لَمْ يَبْنِ ٱلرَّبُّ ٱلْبَيْتَ، فَبَاطِلًا يَتْعَبُ ٱلْبَنَّاؤُونَ. إِنْ لَمْ يَحْفَظِ ٱلرَّبُّ ٱلْمَدِينَةَ، فَبَاطِلًا يَسْهَرُ ٱلْحَارِسُ. ١ 1
A song of ascents, of Solomon. Unless Yahweh builds the house, they work uselessly, those who build it. Unless Yahweh guards the city, the watchman stands guard uselessly.
بَاطِلٌ هُوَ لَكُمْ أَنْ تُبَكِّرُوا إِلَى ٱلْقِيَامِ، مُؤَخِّرِينَ ٱلْجُلُوسَ، آكِلِينَ خُبْزَ ٱلْأَتْعَابِ. لَكِنَّهُ يُعْطِي حَبِيبَهُ نَوْمًا. ٢ 2
It is useless for you to rise up early, to come home late, or to eat the bread of hard work, for Yahweh provides for his beloved as they sleep.
هُوَذَا ٱلْبَنُونَ مِيرَاثٌ مِنْ عِنْدِ ٱلرَّبِّ، ثَمَرَةُ ٱلْبَطْنِ أُجْرَةٌ. ٣ 3
See, children are a heritage from Yahweh, and the fruit of the womb is a reward from him.
كَسِهَامٍ بِيَدِ جَبَّارٍ، هَكَذَا أَبْنَاءُ ٱلشَّبِيبَةِ. ٤ 4
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth.
طُوبَى لِلَّذِي مَلَأَ جَعْبَتَهُ مِنْهُمْ. لَا يَخْزَوْنَ بَلْ يُكَلِّمُونَ ٱلْأَعْدَاءَ فِي ٱلْبَابِ. ٥ 5
How blessed is the man that has his quiver full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts his enemies in the gate.