127:1 A
song
of
degrees
for
Solomon.
Except
the
Lord
build
the
house,
they
labour
in
vaine
that
build
it:
except
the
Lord
keepe
the
citie,
the
watchman
waketh
but
in
vaine.
127:2 It
is
vaine
for
you
to
rise
vp
early,
to
sit
vp
late,
to
eate
the
bread
of
sorrowes:
for
so
hee
giueth
his
beloued
sleepe.
127:3 Loe,
children
are
an
heritage
of
the
Lord:
and
the
fruit
of
the
wombe
is
his
reward.
127:4 As
arrowes
are
in
the
hand
of
a
mightie
man:
so
are
children
of
the
youth.
127:5 Happie
is
the
man
that
hath
his
quiuer
full
of
them,
they
shall
not
be
ashamed:
but
they
shall
speake
with
the
enemies
in
the
gate.
