Chapter 127

A Song of Ascents. By Solomon.

¹Unless Yahweh builds the house,

They labor in vain who build it.

Unless Yahweh watches over the city,

The watchman guards it in vain.

²It is vain for you to rise up early,

To stay up late,

Eating the bread of toil;

For he gives sleep to his loved ones.

³Behold, children are a heritage of Yahweh.

The fruit of the womb is his reward.

⁴As arrows in the hand of a mighty man,

So are the children of youth.

⁵Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them.

They won’t be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.