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.

A Song of Ascents; of Solomon. Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it; except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.

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 that ye rise early, and sit up late, ye that eat the bread of toil; so He giveth unto His beloved in sleep.

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

Lo, children are a heritage of the LORD; the fruit of the womb is a reward.

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

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

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.

Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them; they shall not be put to shame, when they speak with their enemies in the gate.