1 Unless the Lord builds the house,They labor in vain who build it;Unless the Lord guards the city,The watchman stays awake in vain.
2 It is vain for you to rise up early,To sit up late,To eat the bread of sorrows;For so He gives His beloved sleep.
3 Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,The fruit of the womb is a reward.
4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,So are the children of one’s youth.
5 Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them;They shall not be ashamed,But shall speak with their enemies in the gate.