Psalm 127

 

A song of ascents.  Of Solomon.

 

 

1                    Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain.  Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain.

 

2                    In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat—for He grants sleep to [a] those He loves.

 

3                    Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from Him.

 

4                    Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one’s youth.

 

5                    Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.  They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate.