Prosperity Comes from the LORD.

A Song of Ascents, of Solomon.

1 Unless * the LORD 1builds the house, They labor in vain who build it; Unless * the LORD 2guards the city, The watchman keeps awake in vain.
2 It is vain for you to rise up early, To retire late, To 3eat the bread of painful labors; For He gives to His 4beloved 5even in his sleep.
3 Behold, 6children are a gift of the LORD, The 7fruit of the womb is a reward.
4 Like arrows in the hand of a 8warrior, So are the children of one's youth.
5 How 9blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them; 10They will not be ashamed When they 11speak with their enemies 12in the gate.