[1] A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon. [2] Unless the LORD builds the house,
those who build it labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city,
the watchman stays awake in vain. [3] It is in vain that you rise up early
and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his
beloved sleep. [4] Lo, sons are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the
womb a reward. [5] Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the sons of
one's youth. [ (Psalms 127:6) Happy is the man who has his quiver full of
them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the
gate. ]