Psalms Chapter 127 |
1A song of ascents. Of Solomon.
Unless the Lord builds the house,
its builders labor in vain on it;
unless the Lord watches over the city,
the watchman keeps vigil in vain.
2In vain do you rise early
and stay up late,
you who toil for the bread you eat;
He provides as much for His loved ones while they sleep.
3Sons are the provision of the Lord;
the fruit of the womb, His reward.
4Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are sons born to a man in his youth.
5Happy is the man who fills his quiver with them;
they shall not be put to shame
when they contend with the enemy in the gate.