Psalms 127:1
A Song of degrees. Of Solomon. Unless Jehovah build the house, in vain do its builders labour in it; unless Jehovah keep the city, the keeper watcheth in vain:
Psalms 127:2
It is vain for you to rise up early, to lie down late, to eat the bread of sorrows: so to his beloved one he giveth sleep.
Psalms 127:3
Lo, children are an inheritance from Jehovah, and the fruit of the womb a reward.
Psalms 127:4
As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, so are the children of youth.
Psalms 127:5
Happy is the man that hath filled his quiver with them. They shall not be ashamed when they speak with enemies in the gate.