Psalm

Prosperity Comes from the Lord.

A Song of Ascents, of Solomon.

127 
Unless the Lord builds a house,

They who build it labor in vain;

Unless the Lord guards a city,

The watchman stays awake in vain.

It is futile for you to rise up early,

To [a]stay up late,

To eat the bread of painful labor;

This is how He gives to His beloved sleep.

Behold, children are a [b]gift of the Lord,

The fruit of the womb is a reward.

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,

So are the children of one’s youth.

Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;

They will not be ashamed

When they speak with their enemies in the gate.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 127:2 Lit sit late
  2. Psalm 127:3 Or heritage