Psalms 127
A Song of degrees for Solomon.
1Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh <add>but</add> in vain.2<add>It is</add> vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: <add>for</add> so he giveth his beloved sleep.
3Lo, children <add>are</add> an heritage of the LORD: <add>and</add> the fruit of the womb <add>is his</add> reward.
4As arrows <add>are</add> in the hand of a mighty man; so <add>are</add> children of the youth.
5Happy <add>is</add> the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.