A song of ascents,2 by Solomon.
127:1 If the Lord does not build a house,3
then those who build it work in vain.
If the Lord does not guard a city,4
then the watchman stands guard in vain.
127:2 It is vain for you to rise early, come home late,
and work so hard for your food.5
Yes,6 he can provide for those whom he loves even when they sleep.7
127:3 Yes,8 sons9 are a gift from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb is a reward.
127:4 Sons born during one’s youth
are like arrows in a warrior’s hand.10
127:5 How blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them!
They will not be put to shame11 when they confront12 enemies at the city gate.