Psalms 127

¹ A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD build the house, they labor in vain who build. Unless the LORD guard the city, in vain does the guard keep watch.

² It is vain for you to rise early and put off your rest at night, To eat bread earned by hard toil-- all this God gives to his beloved in sleep.

³ Children too are a gift from the LORD, the fruit of the womb, a reward.

⁴ Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children born in one's youth.

⁵ Blessed are they whose quivers are full. They will never be shamed contending with foes at the gate.