A Song of the Ascents. Of Solomon.
127 Unless Jehovah himself builds the house,+
It is to no avail that its builders have worked hard on it.+
Unless Jehovah himself guards the city,+
It is to no avail that the guard has kept awake.+
2 To no avail it is for YOU men that YOU are rising up early,+
That YOU are sitting down late,+
That YOU are eating food* with pains.+
Just like this he gives sleep even to his beloved one.*+
3 Look! Sons are an inheritance from Jehovah;+
The fruitage of the belly is a reward.+
4 Like arrows in the hand of a mighty man,*+
So are the sons of youth.+
5 Happy is the able-bodied man* that has filled+ his quiver with them.
They will not be ashamed,+
For they will speak with enemies in the gate.