127:1 A
Song
of
the
Ascents,
by
Solomon.
If
Jehovah
doth
not
build
the
house,
In
vain
have
its
builders
laboured
at
it,
If
Jehovah
doth
not
watch
a
city,
In
vain
hath
a
watchman
waked.
127:2 Vain
for
you
who
are
rising
early,
Who
delay
sitting,
eating
the
bread
of
griefs,
So
He
giveth
to
His
beloved
one
sleep.
127:3 Lo,
an
inheritance
of
Jehovah
[are]
sons,
A
reward
[is]
the
fruit
of
the
womb.
127:4 As
arrows
in
the
hand
of
a
mighty
one,
So
[are]
the
sons
of
the
young
men.
127:5 O
the
happiness
of
the
man
Who
hath
filled
his
quiver
with
them,
They
are
not
ashamed,
For
they
speak
with
enemies
in
the
gate!
