< Salme 127 >

1 (Sang til Festrejserne. Af Salomo.) Dersom HERREN ikke bygger huset, er Bygmestrenes Møje forgæves, dersom HERREN ikke vogter Byen, våger Vægteren forgæves.
[A Song of Ascents. By Solomon.] Unless the LORD builds the house, they labor in vain who build it. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchman guards it in vain.
2 Det er forgæves, I står årle op og går sent til Ro, ædende Sliddets Brød; alt sligt vil han give sin Ven i Søvne.
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 Se, Sønner er HERRENs Gave, Livsens Frugt er en Løn.
Look, children are a heritage of the LORD. The fruit of the womb is a reward.
4 Som Pile i Krigerens Hånd er Sønner, man får i sin Ungdom.
As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, so are the children of youth.
5 Salig den Mand, som fylder sit Kogger med dem; han beskæmmes ej, når han taler med Fjender i Porten.
Blessed is the man who has his quiver full of them. They won't be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.

< Salme 127 >