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.

An Gottes Segen ist alles gelegen!

127 Ein Lied von Salomo für Festbesucher, die nach Jerusalem hinaufziehen.

Wenn der Herr nicht das Haus baut,
    dann ist alle Mühe der Bauleute umsonst.
Wenn der Herr nicht die Stadt bewacht,
    dann wachen die Wächter vergeblich.
Ihr steht frühmorgens auf
    und gönnt euch erst spät am Abend Ruhe,
um das sauer verdiente Brot zu essen.
    Doch ohne Gottes Segen ist alles umsonst!
    Denen, die er liebt, gibt Gott alles Nötige im Schlaf![a]

Auch Kinder sind ein Geschenk des Herrn;
    wer sie empfängt, wird damit reich belohnt.
Die Söhne, die man im jungen Alter bekommt,
    sind wie Pfeile in der Hand eines Kriegers.
Wer viele solcher Pfeile in seinem Köcher hat,
der ist wirklich glücklich zu nennen!
    Seine Söhne werden ihm Recht verschaffen,
    wenn seine Feinde ihn vor Gericht anklagen.

Footnotes

  1. 127,2 Oder: Denen, die er liebt, gibt Gott (den nötigen) Schlaf!

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.

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