127 歌詞
127 - David & The High Spirit
Chapter 127
Unless the lord builds the house
Those who build it labor in vain
Unless the lord watches over the city
The watchman stays awake in vain
It is in vain that you rise up early to go late to rest
Eating the bread of anxious toil
For he gives to his beloved sleep
Lo sons are a heritage from the Lord
The fruit of the womb a reward
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
Are the sons of one's youth
Happy is the man who has
His quiver full of them
He shall not be put to shame
When he speaks with his enemies in the gate