Psalm 127
Unless the Lord build the house,
they labor in vain who build.
Unless the Lord guard the city,
in vain does the guard keep watch.
2 It is vain for you to rise early
and put off your rest at night,
To eat bread earned by hard toil—
all this God gives to his beloved in sleep.
3 Certainly sons are a gift from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb, a reward.
4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the sons born in one's youth.
5 Blessed is the man who has filled his quiver with them.
He will never be shamed
for he will destroy his foes at the gate.
1. The House Built by the Lord