A song of ascents. Of Solomon.
1
Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain.
Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain.
2
In vain you wise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat -
for he grants sleep to those he loves.
3
Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children reward from him.
4
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth.
5
Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate.
