Psalm 127:1–5

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.

2 It is vain for you to rise up early,

To 1retire late,

To aeat the bread of 2painful labors;

For He gives to His bbeloved ceven in his sleep.

3 Behold, achildren are a 1gift of the Lord,

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

When they cspeak with their enemies din the gate.