Psalm 127

Unless the LORD builds up the house,

its builders toil in vain;

Unless he keeps the city safe,

they vainly watch maintain.

In vain you rise before the dawn

and late hours vainly keep

That you may toil for food to eat—

he gives his loved ones sleep.

Sons are a precious heritage,

a blessing from the LORD;

The children that are born to us

are truly his reward.

Like arrows in a warrior’s hand

are children of one’s youth.

The man whose quiver’s full of them

is blessed by God in truth.

Such men will not be put to shame—

that will not be their fate—

When they contend against their foes

who face them in the gate.