127 1 Unless the LORD builds the house,
those who build it labor in vain.
Unless the LORD 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 the LORD,
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.