Psalm 127
The Blessing of the Lord
A Solomonic song of ascents.
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,
children, 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)
Such men will never be put to shame
when they speak with their enemies at the city gate.(G)
Footnotes
- Psalm 127:2 Or yes, He gives such things to His loved ones while [they] sleep