Psalm 127

Psalm 127

A song of ascents. Of Solomon.

Unless the Lord builds^a the house,

the builders labor in vain.

Unless the Lord watches^b over the city,

the guards stand watch in vain.

In vain you rise early

and stay up late,

toiling for food^c to eat—

for he grants sleep^d to those he loves.^e

Children are a heritage from the Lord,

offspring a reward^f from him.

Like arrows^g in the hands of a warrior

are children born in one’s youth.

Blessed is the man

whose quiver is full of them.^h

They will not be put to shame

when they contend with their opponentsⁱ in court.^j