127:1 [A
Song
of
Ascents.
Of
Solomon.]
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.
127:2 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.
127:3 Behold,
children
are
a
heritage
from
the
LORD,
the
fruit
of
the
womb
a
reward.
127:4 Like
arrows
in
the
hand
of
a
warrior
are
the
children
of
one's
youth.
127:5 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.
