Psalms 127

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. A psalm of Solomon. If the Lord doesn't build the house, the work of the builders is futile. If the Lord doesn't guard the city, the work of the guards is pointless.

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:

2 It's useless to get up early in the morning and go to work, and stay late into the evening, worrying about earning enough to eat, when the Lord gives rest to those he loves.

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.

3 Children certainly are a gift from the Lord, for a family is a blessing.

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

4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of a young man.

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

5 Happy is the father who fills his quiver with them! Such fathers will not be embarrassed when they confront their enemies at the city gate.

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