1A Song of Ascents; of Solomon. Unless Yehovah builds the house, They labor in vain who build it: Unless Yehovah keeps the city, The watchman wakes but in vain.
2It is vain for you to rise up early, To take rest late, To eat the bread of toil; For so he gives to his beloved sleep.
3Behold, children are a heritage from Yehovah; And the fruit of the womb is his reward.
4As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, So are the children of youth.
5Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them: They shall not be put to shame, When they speak with their enemies in the gate.