Psalms 127

¹Psalms 127:1. A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain; unless the LORD protects the city, its watchmen stand guard in vain.²Psalms 127:2. In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for bread to eat—for He gives sleep to His beloved.³Psalms 127:3. Children are indeed a heritage from the LORD, and the fruit of the womb is His reward.⁴Psalms 127:4. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are children born in one’s youth.⁵Psalms 127:5. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts the enemies at the gate.