A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon.

Unless Adonai builds the house,

The builders labor in vain.

Unless Adonai watches over the city,

The watchman stands guard in vain.

In vain you rise up early and stay up late,

Eating the bread of toil—

For He provides for His beloved ones 

Even in their sleep.

Behold, children are a heritage of Adonai

—The fruit of the womb is a reward.

As arrows in the hand of a mighty man,

So are the children of one’s youth.

Happy is the man whose quiver is full of them.

They will not be put to shame

When they speak with their enemies at the gate.

Psalm Of David Chapter 127