127 A Song of mAscents. Of Solomon.
those who build it labor in vain.
Unless the Lord xwatches over the city,
the watchman stays awake in vain.
and go late to rest,
eating the bread of anxious ytoil;
3 Behold, bchildren are a heritage from the Lord,
cthe fruit of the womb a reward.
4 Like arrows in the hand of da warrior
are the children1 of one’s youth.
who fills his quiver with them!
He shall not be put to shame