Chapter 127

A Song of the Ascents, by Solomon.

1

If Jehovah doth not build the house, In vain have its builders laboured at it, If Jehovah doth not watch a city, In vain hath a watchman waked.

2

Vain for you who are rising early, Who delay sitting, eating the bread of griefs, So He giveth to His beloved one sleep.

3

Lo, an inheritance of Jehovah are sons, A reward is the fruit of the womb.

4

As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So are the sons of the young men.

5

O the happiness of the man Who hath filled his quiver with them, They are not ashamed, For they speak with enemies in the gate!