Psalms Chapter[BR] 127

1 *A Solomonic song of ascents. Unless the LORD builds a house, its builders labor over it in vain; unless the LORD watches over a city, the watchman stays alert in vain.

2 In vain you get up early and stay up late, eating food earned by hard work; certainly He gives sleep to the one He loves.

Psalms Chapter[BR] 127

3 Sons are indeed a heritage from the LORD, children, a reward.

4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the sons born in one's youth.

5 Happy is the man who has filled his quiver with them. Such men will never be put to shame when they speak with *their enemies at the city gate.

Psalms Chapter[BR] 127