PSALM 127

¹A song of ascents for Solomon.

    If the LORD does not build a house,

          in vain do its builders labor on it.

    If the LORD does not watch over a town,

          in vain does the watchman look out.

    ²In vain you who rise early, sit late,

          eaters of misery’s bread.

          So much He gives to His loved ones in sleep.

    ³Look, the estate of the LORD is sons,

          reward is the fruit of the womb.

    ⁴Like arrows in the warrior’s hand,

          thus are the sons born in youth.

    ⁵Happy the man

          who fills his quiver with them.

          They shall not be shamed

          when they speak with their enemies at the gate.