Psalms 127

1A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon. Unless Adonai builds the house, the builders labor in vain. Unless Adonai watches over the city, the watchman stands guard in vain.

2In vain you rise up early and stay up late, eating the bread of toil— for He provides for His beloved ones even in their sleep.

3Behold, children are a heritage of Adonai —the fruit of the womb is a reward.

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

5Happy is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they speak with their enemies at the gate.