Psalms 127
1 1 1 A song of ascents. Of Solomon.
1 Unless the Lord builds the house, 1 its builders labor in vain. 1 Unless the Lord watches over the city, 1 the watchmen stand guard in vain.
2 In vain you rise early 2 and stay up late, 2 toiling for food to eat— 2 for he grants sleep to[a] those he loves.
3 Sons are a heritage from the Lord, 3 children a reward from him.
4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior 4 are sons born in one's youth.
5 Blessed is the man 5 whose quiver is full of them. 5 They will not be put to shame 5 when they contend with their enemies in the gate.













