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127 Malibang itayo ng Panginoon ang bahay, walang kabuluhang nagsisigawa ang nagtatayo: malibang ingatan ng Panginoon ang bayan, walang kabuluhang gumigising ang bantay.

Walang kabuluhan sa inyo na kayo'y magsibangong maaga, at magpahingang tanghali, at magsikain ng tinapay ng kapagalan: sapagka't binibigyan niyang gayon ng pagkakatulog ang kaniyang minamahal.

Narito, ang mga anak ay mana na mula sa Panginoon: at ang bunga ng bahay-bata ay kaniyang ganting-pala.

Kung paano ang mga pana sa kamay ng makapangyarihang lalake, gayon ang mga anak ng kabataan.

Maginhawa ang lalake na pumuno ng kaniyang lalagyan ng pana ng mga yaon: sila'y hindi mapapahiya, pagka sila'y nakikipagsalitaan sa kanilang mga kaaway sa pintuang-bayan.

'Awit 127 ' not found for the version: Ang Bagong Tipan: Filipino Standard Version.

Psalm 127

A song of ascents. Of Solomon.

Unless the Lord builds(A) the house,
    the builders labor in vain.
Unless the Lord watches(B) over the city,
    the guards stand watch in vain.
In vain you rise early
    and stay up late,
toiling for food(C) to eat—
    for he grants sleep(D) to[a] those he loves.(E)

Children are a heritage from the Lord,
    offspring a reward(F) from him.
Like arrows(G) in the hands of a warrior
    are children born in one’s youth.
Blessed is the man
    whose quiver is full of them.(H)
They will not be put to shame
    when they contend with their opponents(I) in court.(J)

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 127:2 Or eat— / for while they sleep he provides for

127 Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.

It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.

Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.

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

Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.

Laboring and Prospering with the Lord

A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon.

127 Unless the Lord builds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
Unless (A)the Lord guards the city,
The watchman stays awake in vain.
It is vain for you to rise up early,
To sit up late,
To (B)eat the bread of sorrows;
For so He gives His beloved sleep.

Behold, (C)children are a heritage from the Lord,
(D)The fruit of the womb is a (E)reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.
(F)Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them;
(G)They shall not be ashamed,
But shall speak with their enemies in the gate.