127:1 A song of ascents. Of Solomon. I Unless the LORD build the house, they laborin vain who build. Unless the LORD guard the city, in vain does the guard keepwatch.
127:2 It is vain for you to rise early and put off your rest at night, To eat breadearned by hard toil ?all this God gives to his beloved in sleep.II
127:3 Children too are a gift from the LORD, the fruit of the womb, a reward.
127:4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children born in one’s youth.
127:5 Blessed are they whose quivers are full. They will never be shamed contendingwith foes at the gate.