Psalms 127:1–5

^{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.