Psalm 127

The Blessing of the LORD

A song of ascents. Of Solomon.

1   Unless the LORD builds a house,

its builders labor over it in vain; m

unless the LORD watches over a city,

the watchman stays alert in vain. n

2   In vain you get up early and stay up late,

working hard to have enough food —

yes, he gives sleep to the one he loves. E,o

3   Sons are indeed a heritage from the LORD,

offspring, a reward. p

4   Like arrows in the hand of a warrior

are the sons born in one’s youth. q

5   Happy is the man who has filled his quiver with them. r

They will never be put to shame

when they speak with their enemies at the city gate. s