Psalms Chapter 127
A Song of Ascents, by Solomon
1 Unless the LORD builds the house,
they work for nothing who build it;
unless the LORD guards the city,
its watchmen stay awake for no reason.
2 In vain you rise early and work late
to eat the food you gain by painful labor;
he gives rest to the ones he loves.
3 Children are a gift from the LORD;
what the womb produces is a reward.
4 Children born to a young man are
like arrows in a soldier’s hand.
5 How blessed he is that has a quiver full of them;
he won’t be disgraced
when he confronts his accusers at the city gate.
Ps 127:1-5