Psalmi 127

1 Ako Gospod neæe graditi doma, uzalud se muèe koji ga grade; ako neæe Gospod èuvati grada, uzalud ne spava stražar.

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 Uzalud ranite, dockan liježete, jedete hljeb umorni; milome svojemu on daje san.

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 Evo našljedstva od Gospoda: djeca, porod je dar od njega.

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

4 Što su strijele u ruci jakome, to su sinovi mladi.

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

5 Blago èovjeku koji je njima napunio tul svoj! Neæe se osramotiti kad se stanu razgovarati s neprijateljima na vratima.

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