127:1 Except build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.
127:2 It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
127:3 Lo, children are an heritage of : and the fruit of the womb is his reward.
127:4 As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.
127:5 Joyful is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.