Psalms 127

1 A Song of Ascents. By Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, they who build it labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchman guards it in vain.

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 is vain for you to rise up early, to stay up late, eating the bread of toil, for he gives sleep to his loved ones.

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 Behold, children are a heritage of the LORD. The fruit of the womb is his reward.

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

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

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

5 Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They will not be disappointed when they speak with their 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.