<Psalms 127

[1] Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain.

[2] It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep.

[3] Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.

[4] Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth.

[5] Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.