127:1 [A song of ascents. Of Solomon.] Unless the Lord builds the house, the builders labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the guards stand watch in vain.
127:2 In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat - for he grants sleep to* those he loves. / *Or eat - for while they sleep he provides for
127:3 Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him.
127:4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth.
127:5 Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their opponents in court.