¹Unless Yahweh builds the house, they labor in vain who build it. Unless Yahweh watches over the city, the watchman guards it in vain.

¹(Sang til Festrejserne. Af Salomo.) Dersom HERREN ikke bygger huset, er Bygmestrenes Møje forgæves, dersom HERREN ikke vogter Byen, våger Vægteren forgæves.

²It 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.

²Det er forgæves, I står årle op og går sent til Ro, ædende Sliddets Brød; alt sligt vil han give sin Ven i Søvne.

³Behold, children are a heritage of Yahweh. The fruit of the womb is his reward.

³Se, Sønner er HERRENs Gave, Livsens Frugt er en Løn.

⁴As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, so are the children of youth.

⁴Som Pile i Krigerens Hånd er Sønner, man får i sin Ungdom.

⁵Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They won’t be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.

⁵Salig den Mand, som fylder sit Kogger med dem; han beskæmmes ej, når han taler med Fjender i Porten.