A Song of degrees for Solomon.
1 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.
2 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.
3 Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.
4 As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.
5 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.
1 Ὠιδὴ τῶν ἀναβαθμῶν.
Μακάριοι πάντες οἱ φοβούμενοι τὸν κύριον
οἱ πορευόμενοι ἐν ταῖς ὁδοῖς αὐτοῦ.
2 τοὺς πόνους τῶν καρπῶν σου φάγεσαι·
μακάριος εἶ, καὶ καλῶς σοι ἔσται.
3 ἡ γυνή σου ὡς ἄμπελος εὐθηνοῦσα
ἐν τοῖς κλίτεσι τῆς οἰκίας σου·
οἱ υἱοί σου ὡς νεόφυτα ἐλαιῶν
κύκλῳ τῆς τραπέζης σου.
4 ἰδοὺ οὕτως εὐλογηθήσεται ἄνθρωπος ὁ φοβούμενος τὸν κύριον.
5 εὐλογήσαι σε κύριος ἐκ Σιων,
καὶ ἴδοις τὰ ἀγαθὰ Ιερουσαλημ
πάσας τὰς ἡμέρας τῆς ζωῆς σου·
6 καὶ ἴδοις υἱοὺς τῶν υἱῶν σου.
εἰρήνη ἐπὶ τὸν Ισραηλ.