Psalms 127

1 Unless the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it. Unless the Lord keep the city, he watcheth in vain that keepeth it.

Sang til Festrejserne. Af Salomo. Dersom HERREN ikke bygger Huset, er Bygmestrenes Møje forgæves, dersom HERREN ikke vogter Byen, vaager Vægteren forgæves.

2 It is vain for you to rise before light, rise ye after you have sitten, you that eat the bread of sorrow. When he shall give sleep to his beloved,

Det er forgæves, I staar aarle op og gaar sent til Ro, ædende Sliddets Brød; alt sligt vil han give sin Ven i Søvne.

3 Behold the inheritance of the Lord are children: the reward, the fruit of the womb.

Se, Sønner er HERRENS Gave, Livsens Frugt er en Løn.

4 As arrows in the hand of the mighty, so the children of them that have been shaken.

Som Pile i Krigerens Haand er Sønner, man faar i sin Ungdom.

5 Blessed is the man that hath filled the desire with them; he shall not be confounded when he shall speak to his enemies in the gate.

Salig den Mand, som fylder sit Kogger med dem; han beskæmmes ej, naar han taler med Fjender i Porten.