Psalm 127

A Song of degrees 1for Solomon.

Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain 2that build it: except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.

2
It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.

3
Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.

4
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.

5
Happy is the man that hath 1his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall 2speak with the enemies in the gate.