Psalms 127

1 A Song of degrees. Of Solomon. Unless Jehovah build the house, in vain do its builders labour in it; unless Jehovah keep the city, the keeper watcheth in vain:

Unless the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it. Unless the Lord keep the city, he watcheth in vain that keepeth it.

2 It is vain for you to rise up early, to lie down late, to eat the bread of sorrows: so to his beloved one he giveth sleep.

It is vain for you to rise before light, rise ye after you have sitten, you that eat the bread of sorrow. When he shall give sleep to his beloved,

3 Lo, children are an inheritance from Jehovah, [and] the fruit of the womb a reward.

Behold the inheritance of the Lord are children: the reward, the fruit of the womb.

4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, so are the children of youth.

As arrows in the hand of the mighty, so the children of them that have been shaken.

5 Happy is the man that hath filled his quiver with them. They shall not be ashamed when they speak with enemies in the gate.

Blessed is the man that hath filled the desire with them; he shall not be confounded when he shall speak to his enemies in the gate.