A songשִׁירof the ascents.הַמַּעֲלוֹתOf Solomon.לִשְׁלֹמֹהIfאִםYHWHיְהוָהdoes notלֹאbuildיִבְנֶהa house,בַיִתin vainשָׁוְאits buildersבוֹנָיוtoilעָמְלוּon it;בּוֹifאִםYHWHיְהוָהdoes notלֹאkeepיִשְׁמָרa city,עִירin vainשָׁוְאthe keeperשׁוֹמֵרstays awake.שָׁקַד
It is in vainשָׁוְאfor youלָכֶםto rise earlyמַשְׁכִּימֵיto get up,קוּםto be lateמְאַחֲרֵיto sit down,שֶׁבֶתto eatאֹכְלֵיthe breadלֶחֶםof anxious toils;הָעֲצָבִיםsoכֵּןhe givesיִתֵּןto his belovedלִידִידוֹsleep.שֵׁנָא
Look,הִנֵּהan inheritanceנַחֲלַתfrom YHWHיְהוָהare children,בָּנִיםa rewardשָׂכָרis the fruitפְּרִיof the womb.הַבָּטֶן
Like arrowsכְּחִצִּיםin the handבְּיַדof a warrior,גִּבּוֹרso areכֵּןthe childrenבְּנֵיof youth.הַנְּעוּרִים
Happy isאַשְׁרֵיthe manהַגֶּבֶרwhoאֲשֶׁרhas filledמִלֵּאhis quiverאֶת אַשְׁפָּתוֹwith them;מֵהֶםthey will notלֹאbe put to shameיֵבֹשׁוּwhenכִּיthey speakיְדַבְּרוּwithאֶתenemiesאוֹיְבִיםin the gate.בַּשָּׁעַר