Psm127:1 Unless the LORD builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the LORD guards the city, the guard keeps watch in vain.
Psm127:2 It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives sleep to his beloved.
Psm127:3 Sons are indeed a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward.
Psm127:4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the sons of one's youth.
Psm127:5 Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.