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