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 ascents, of Solomon. Unless Yahweh builds the house, they work uselessly, those who build it. Unless Yahweh guards the city, the watchman stands guard uselessly.

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

It is useless for you to rise up early, to come home late, or to eat the bread of hard work, for Yahweh provides for his beloved as they sleep.

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

See, children are a heritage from Yahweh, and the fruit of the womb is a reward from him.

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

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's 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.

How blessed is the man that has his quiver full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts his enemies in the gate.