127:1
A Song of Ascents; of 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.

127:2
It is vain for you that ye rise early, and sit up late, ye that eat the bread of toil; so He giveth unto His beloved in sleep.

127:3
Lo, children are a heritage of the Lord; the fruit of the womb is a reward.

127:4
As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, so are the children of one's youth.

127:5
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them; they shall not be put to shame, when they speak with their enemies in the gate.