A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon.1Unless the Lord builds the house,those who build it labor in vain.Unless the Lord watches over the city,the watchman stays awake in vain.
2It is in vain that you rise up earlyand go late to rest,eating the bread of anxious toil;for he gives to his beloved sleep.
3Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,the fruit of the womb a reward.
4Like arrows in the hand of a warriorare the children of one’s youth.
5Blessed is the manwho fills his quiver with them!He shall not be put to shamewhen he speaks with his enemies in the gate.