Psalms 127

1 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.

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 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.

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

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

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

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

5 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.

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.