Psalm 127

A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem. A psalm of Solomon.

    1Unless the LORD builds a house,

       the work of the builders is wasted.

   Unless the LORD protects a city,

       guarding it with sentries will do no good.

    2It is useless for you to work so hard

       from early morning until late at night,

   anxiously working for food to eat;

       for God gives rest to his loved ones.

    3Children are a gift from the LORD;

       they are a reward from him.

    4Children born to a young man

       are like arrows in a warrior’s hands.

    5How joyful is the man whose quiver is full of them!

       He will not be put to shame when he confronts his accusers at the city gates.