Psalm 127

1 Unless the Lord builds the house:
    their labour is but lost that build it.
2 Unless the Lord keeps the city:
    the watchmen watch in vain.
3 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.
4 Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord:
    and the fruit of the womb is his gift.
5 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior:
    are the children of one's youth.
6 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.