Psalms 127 (NASB)
undefined A Song of Ascents, of Solomon. 1 Unless the LORD builds a house, They who build it labor in vain; Unless the LORD guards a city, The watchman stays awake in vain. 2 It is futile for you to rise up early, To stay up late, To eat the bread of painful labor; This is how He gives to His beloved sleep. 3 Behold, children are a gift of the LORD, The fruit of the womb is a reward. 4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of one’s youth. 5 Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them; They will not be ashamed When they speak with their enemies in the gate.