Psalm 127

*A Song of degrees ||for Solomon.

1  Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain †that build it:

Except athe Lord keep the city, the watchman bwaketh but in vain.

2  It is vain for you cto drise up early, to dsit up celate,

To feat the bread of gsorrows:

For hso he giveth his ibeloved sleep.

3  Lo, kchildren are an heritage of the Lord:

And lthe fruit of the womb is his reward.

4  As arrows are in the hand of a mmighty man;

So are nchildren of the youth.

5  Happy is the man that †hath his quiver full of them:

oThey shall not be ashamed,

But they ||shall pspeak with the enemies in qthe gate.