A Song of the Ascents. Of Solomon.
1Unless Jehovah himself builds the house,
It is to no avail that its builders have worked hard on it.
Unless Jehovah himself guards the city,
It is to no avail that the guard has kept awake.
2To no avail it is for YOU men that YOU are rising up early,
That YOU are sitting down late,
That YOU are eating food with pains.
Just like this he gives sleep even to his beloved one.
3Look! Sons are an inheritance from Jehovah;
The fruitage of the belly is a reward.
4Like arrows in the hand of a mighty man,
So are the sons of youth.
5Happy is the able‐bodied man that has filled his quiver with them.
They will not be ashamed,
For they will speak with enemies in the gate.