127 1 Unless Yahweh builds the house,
those who build it labour in vain.
Unless Yahweh watches over the city,
the watchman stays awake in vain.
127 2 It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest,
eating the bread of anxious toil;
for he gives to his beloved sleep.
127 3 Lo, sons are a heritage from Yahweh,
the fruit of the womb a reward.
127 4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the sons of one's youth.
127 5 Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them!
He shall not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.