Psalms 127

¹A Song of the Ascents, by Solomon. If Jehovah doth not build the house, In vain have its builders laboured at it, If Jehovah doth not watch a city, In vain hath a watchman waked.

²Vain for you who are rising early, Who delay sitting, eating the bread of griefs, So He giveth to His beloved one sleep.

³Lo, an inheritance of Jehovah `are' sons, A reward `is' the fruit of the womb.

⁴As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So `are' the sons of the young men.

⁵O the happiness of the man Who hath filled his quiver with them, They are not ashamed, For they speak with enemies in the gate!