Psalm 127

PSALM 127

Prosperity Comes from the Lord.

A Song of Ascents, of Solomon.

¹Unless the Lord ^abuilds the house,

They labor in vain who build it;

Unless the Lord ^bguards the city,

The watchman keeps awake in vain.

²It 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.

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

The ^bfruit of the womb is a reward.

⁴Like arrows in the hand of a ^awarrior,

So are the children of one’s youth.

⁵How ^ablessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;

^bThey will not be ashamed

When they ^cspeak with their enemies ^din the gate.