Psalm 127
The Blessing of the Lord
A song of ascents. Of Solomon.
1 Unless the Lord builds a house,
its builders labor over it in vain;(A)
unless the Lord watches over a city,
the watchman stays alert in vain.(B)
2 In vain you get up early and stay up late,
working hard to have enough food—
yes, he gives sleep to the one he loves.[a](C)
3 Sons are indeed a heritage from the Lord,
offspring, a reward.(D)
4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the sons born in one’s youth.(E)
5 Happy is the man who has filled his quiver with them.(F)
They will never be put to shame
when they speak with their enemies at the city gate.(G)
Footnotes
- 127:2 Or yes, he gives such things to his loved ones while they sleep