127 Unless the Lord builds the house, They labor in vain who build it; Unless (A)the Lord guards the city, The watchman stays awake in vain. 2 It is vain for you to rise up early, To sit up late, To (B)eat the bread of sorrows; For so He gives His beloved sleep.
3 Behold, (C)children are a heritage from the Lord, (D)The fruit of the womb is a (E)reward. 4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of one’s youth. 5 (F)Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them; (G)They shall not be ashamed, But shall speak with their enemies in the gate.