Psalms - 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.
