Psalm 127–128

Psalm 127

A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon.

¹Unless the Lord builds the house,

They labor in vain who build it;

Unless ^athe Lord guards the city,

The watchman stays awake in vain.

²It is vain for you to rise up early,

To sit up late,

To ^beat the bread of sorrows;

For so He gives His beloved sleep.

³Behold, ^cchildren are a heritage from the Lord,

^dThe fruit of the womb is a ^ereward.

⁴Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,

So are the children of one’s youth.

^5fHappy is the man who has his quiver full of them;

^gThey shall not be ashamed,

But shall speak with their enemies in the gate.

Psalm 128

A Song of Ascents.

¹Blessed ^ais every one who fears the Lord,

Who walks in His ways.

^2bWhen you eat the ¹labor of your hands,

You shall be happy, and it shall be ^cwell with you.

³Your wife shall be ^dlike a fruitful vine

In the very heart of your house,

Your ^echildren ^flike olive plants

All around your table.

⁴Behold, thus shall the man be blessed

Who fears the Lord.

^5gThe Lord bless you out of Zion,

And may you see the good of Jerusalem

All the days of your life.

⁶Yes, may you ^hsee your children’s children.

ⁱPeace be upon Israel!