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.

1 A Song of Ascents; of Solomon. If Yahweh does not build the house, They labor in vain that build it: If Yahweh does not keep the city, The watchman wakes but in vain.

2 It is vain for you{+} to rise up early, To take rest late, To eat the bread of toil; Thus he gives to his beloved sleep.

3 Look, sons are a heritage of Yahweh; [And] the fruit of the womb is [his] reward.

4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, So are the sons of youth.

5 Happy is the [noble] man who has his quiver full of them: They will not be put to shame, When they speak with their enemies in the gate.