Psalms Chapter 127

1 A Song of Ascents; of Solomon. {N}
Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it; {N}
except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.
2 It is vain for you that ye rise early, and sit up late, {N}
ye that eat the bread of toil; {N}
so He giveth unto His beloved in sleep.
3 Lo, children are a heritage of the LORD; the fruit of the womb is a reward.
4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, so are the children of one's youth.
5 Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them; {N}
they shall not be put to shame, when they speak with their enemies in the gate. {P}