Psm127:1 Laboring and Prospering with the LORDA Song of Ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, They labor in vain who build it; Unless the LORD guards the city, The watchman stays awake in vain.
Psm127:2 It is vain for you to rise up early, To sit up late, To eat the bread of sorrows; For so He gives His beloved sleep.
Psm127:3 Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, The fruit of the womb is a reward.
Psm127:4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of one's youth.
Psm127:5 Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them; They shall not be ashamed, But shall speak with their enemies in the gate.