Unless the LORD builds1 the house, its builders labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches2 over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain.
In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food3 to eat-- for he grants sleep4 toa those he loves.53
Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward6 from him.
Like arrows7 in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth.
Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.8 They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies9 in the gate.10