A Song of Ascents. By Solomon.

1 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 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 Behold, children are a heritage of the LORD.

The fruit of the womb is his reward.

4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty man,

so are the children of youth.

5 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.

2 De nada serve o trabalhar desde a madrugada até altas horas da noite, e comer o pão ganho com suor. Pois que Deus quer dar aos seus filhos o justo descanso.

4 Os filhos que nos nascem na nossa juventude são como armas nas mãos de um militar competente.

5 Felizes são os que fazem uma boa provisão deles. Nunca hão-de ficar mal quando tiverem de se confrontar com os adversários.