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1 | [¼Ö·Î¸óÀÇ ½Ã °ð ¼ºÀü¿¡ ¿Ã¶ó°¡´Â ³ë·¡] ¿©È£¿Í²²¼ ÁýÀ» ¼¼¿ìÁö ¾Æ´ÏÇÏ½Ã¸é ¼¼¿ì´Â ÀÚÀÇ ¼ö°í°¡ ÇêµÇ¸ç ¿©È£¿Í²²¼ ¼ºÀ» ÁöÅ°Áö ¾Æ´ÏÇϽøé Æļö²ÛÀÇ °æ¼ºÇÔÀÌ Çã»ç·Î´Ù A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain. | ||
2 | ³ÊÈñ°¡ ÀÏÂïÀÌ ÀϾ°í ´Ê°Ô ´©¿ì¸ç ¼ö°íÀÇ ¶±À» ¸ÔÀ½ÀÌ ÇêµÇµµ´Ù ±×·¯¹Ç·Î ¿©È£¿Í²²¼ ±× »ç¶ûÇϽô ÀÚ¿¡°Ô´Â ÀáÀ» Áֽôµµ´Ù In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat--for he grants sleep to those he loves. | ||
3 | ÀÚ½ÄÀº ¿©È£¿ÍÀÇ ÁֽŠ±â¾÷ÀÌ¿ä ÅÂÀÇ ¿¸Å´Â ±×ÀÇ »ó±ÞÀ̷δ٠Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him. | ||
4 | ÀþÀº ÀÚÀÇ ÀÚ½ÄÀº Àå»çÀÇ ¼öÁßÀÇ È»ì °°À¸´Ï Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth. | ||
5 | ÀÌ°ÍÀÌ ±× ÀüÅë¿¡ °¡µæÇÑ ÀÚ´Â º¹µÇµµ´Ù ÀúÈñ°¡ ¼º¹®¿¡¼ ±× ¿ø¼ö¿Í ¸»ÇÒ ¶§¿¡ ¼öÄ¡¸¦ ´çÄ¡ ¾Æ´ÏÇϸ®·Î´Ù Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate. |