1 Unless the Lord abuilds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
Unless the Lord bguards the city,
The watchman keeps awake in vain.
To 1retire late,
The bfruit of the womb is a reward.
4 Like arrows in the hand of a awarrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.
5 How ablessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;
bThey will not be ashamed