Psalm 127

A pilgrimage song. Of Solomon.

1 Unless it is the LORD who builds the house, the builders' work is pointless. Unless it is the LORD who protects the city, the guard on duty is pointless.
2 It is pointless that you get up early and stay up late, eating the bread of hard labor because God gives sleep to those he loves.
3 No doubt about it: children are a gift from the LORD; the fruit of the womb is a divine reward.
4 The children born when one is young are like arrows in the hand of a warrior.
5 The person who fills a quiver full with them is truly happy! They won't be ashamed when arguing with their enemies in the gate.