127 Unless the Lord(A)builds a house, They who build it labor in vain; Unless the Lord(B)guards a city, The watchman stays awake in vain. 2 It is futile for you to rise up early, To [a]stay up late, To (C)eat the bread of painful labor; This is how He gives to His (D)beloved (E)sleep.
3 Behold, (F)children are a [b]gift of the Lord, The (G)fruit of the womb is a reward. 4 Like arrows in the hand of a (H)warrior, So are the children of one’s youth. 5 (I)Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them; (J)They will not be ashamed When they (K)speak with their enemies (L)in the gate.
