Psalm 127

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.