A Song of degrees for Solomon.
1 Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh in vain.
2 vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: so he giveth his beloved sleep.
3 Lo, children an heritage of the LORD: the fruit of the womb reward.
4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty man; so children of the youth.
5 Happy the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.