Psalms 127

A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon.

¹Unless the Lord builds the house, They labor in vain who build it; Unless the Lord guards the city, The watchman keeps awake in vain. [Ps 121:1, 3, 5] ²It is vain for you to rise early, To retire late, To eat the bread of anxious labors— For He gives [blessings] to His beloved even in his sleep. ³¶Behold, children are a heritage and gift from the Lord, The fruit of the womb a reward. [Deut 28:4] ⁴Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of one’s youth. ⁵How blessed [happy and fortunate] is the man whose quiver is filled with them; They will not be ashamed When they speak with their enemies [in gatherings] at the [city] gate.