Psalms 127
Open in the reader1A Song of Ascents. Of Peace. Unless He-Who-Is builds the house, its builders labor in vain; unless He-Who-Is protects the city, its watchmen stand guard in vain.
2In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for bread to eat— for He gives sleep to His beloved.
3Children are indeed a heritage from He-Who-Is, and the fruit of the womb is His reward.
4Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are children born in one’s youth.
5Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts the enemies at the gate.