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.

Except the LORD build the house, they labor in vain that build it: except the LORD keep the city, the watchman wakes but in vain.

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

It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he gives his beloved sleep.

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

See, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.

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

As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the 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.

Happy is the man that has his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.