Psalm 127

1Unless Yahweh builds the house, its builders labor in vain. Unless Yahweh guards the city, the watchman stays awake in vain.

2It is vain for you to rise early and sit late, eating the bread of toil; so he gives sleep to his beloved.

3See, children are Yahweh's inheritance; his reward is the fruit of the womb.

4Like arrows in a warrior's hand, so are children of youth.

5Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them; they will not be put to shame when they speak with enemies in the gate.