Psalms 127
Chapter 127 of 150
1 The Need of God’s Blessing. A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the Lord build the house, they labor in vain who build. Unless the Lord guard the city, in vain does the guard keep watch.
2 It is vain for you to rise early and put off your rest at night, To eat bread earned by hard toil— all this God gives to his beloved in sleep.
3 Certainly sons are a gift from the Lord, the fruit of the womb, a reward.
4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the sons born in one’s youth.
5 Blessed is the man who has filled his quiver with them. He will never be shamed for he will destroy his foes at the gate.