Psalm 127
Unless the Lord builds the house
: their labour is but lost that build it.
Unless the Lord keeps the city
: the watchmen watch in vain.
It is in vain that you rise up early
and go so late to rest, eating the bread of toil
: for the Lord bestows honour
and on those whom he loves.
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord :
and the fruit of the womb is his gift.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior :
are the sons of a man’s youth.
Happy the man who has his quiver full of them :
he will not be put to shame
when he confronts his enemies at the gate.