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.

The song of greces of Salomon. `No but the Lord bilde the hous; thei that bilden it han trauelid in veyn. No but the Lord kepith the citee; he wakith in veyn that kepith it.

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

It is veyn to you to rise bifore the liyt; rise ye after that ye han sete, that eten the breed of sorewe. Whanne he schal yyue sleep to his loued; lo!

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

the eritage of the Lord `is sones, the mede is the fruyt of wombe.

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

As arowis ben in the hond of the miyti; so the sones of hem that ben schakun out.

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.

Blessid is the man, that hath fillid his desier of tho; he schal not be schent, whanne he schal speke to hise enemyes in the yate.