Psalms 127

Psalm 127

The Blessing of the Lord

A song of ascents. Of Solomon.

1Unless the Lord builds a house, its builders labor over it in vain; unless the Lord watches over a city, the watchman stays alert in vain.2

3In vain you get up early and stay up late, working hard to have enough food —  yes, he gives sleep to the one he loves.4

5Sons are indeed a heritage from the Lord, offspring, a reward.6

7Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the sons born in one’s youth.8

9Happy is the man who has filled his quiver with them. They will never be put to shame when they speak with their enemies at the city gate.10