Psalms 127

1 A Song of Ascents. Solomon’s. If, Yahweh, build not the house, in vain, have the builders of it toiled thereon, If, Yahweh, watch not the city, in vain, hath the watchman kept awake:

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 Vain for you, —to be early in rising, to be late in lying down, to be eating the bread of wearisome toil, So, would he give his beloved one sleep.

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 Lo! an inheritance from Yahweh, are children, A reward, the fruit of the womb:

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

4 As arrows in the hand of a warrior, so, are the children of young men.

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

5 How happy the man who hath filled his quiver with them! They will not be ashamed, but will speak with enemies in the 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.