Psalms 127

1 A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain; unless the LORD protects the city, its watchmen stand guard in vain.

A song of degrees, or Psalme of Salomon. Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vaine that build it: except the Lord keepe the citie, the keeper watcheth in vaine.

2 In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for bread to eat— for He gives sleep to His beloved.

It is in vaine for you to rise earely, and to lie downe late, and eate the bread of sorow: but he wil surely giue rest to his beloued.

3 Children are indeed a heritage from the LORD, and the fruit of the womb is His reward.

Beholde, children are the inheritance of the Lord, and the fruite of the wombe his rewarde.

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

As are the arrowes in the hand of ye strong man: so are the children of youth.

5 Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts the enemies at the gate.

Blessed is the man, that hath his quiuer full of them: for they shall not be ashamed, when they speake with their enemies in the gate.