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 psalm of the steps, or the goings up. By Solomon.” Except the LORD build the house, The builders labor in vain; Except the LORD guard the city, The watchman waketh in vain.

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

In vain ye rise up early, and go to rest late, And eat the bread of care! The same giveth he his beloved one in sleep.

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

Behold! sons are an inheritance from the LORD, And the fruit of the womb is his gift.

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

As arrows in the hand of the warrior, So are the sons of young men:

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 the man that hath his quiver full of them! They shall not be put to shame, When they speak with adversaries in the gate.