Psalms 127

¹ A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain; unless the LORD protects the city, its watchmen stand guard in vain.

אִם־יְהוָה לֹא־יִבְנֶה בַיִת שָׁוְא עָמְלוּ בוֹנָיו בּוֹ אִם־יְהוָה לֹֽא־יִשְׁמָר־עִיר שָׁוְא שָׁקַד שׁוֹמֵֽר׃

² In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for bread to eat— for He gives sleep to His beloved.

שָׁוְא לָכֶם מַשְׁכִּימֵי קוּם מְאַֽחֲרֵי־שֶׁבֶת אֹכְלֵי לֶחֶם הָעֲצָבִים כֵּן יִתֵּן לִֽידִידוֹ שֵׁנָֽא׃

³ Children are indeed a heritage from the LORD, and the fruit of the womb is His reward.

הִנֵּה נַחֲלַת יְהוָה בָּנִים שָׂכָר פְּרִי הַבָּֽטֶן׃

⁴ Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are children born in one’s youth.

כְּחִצִּים בְּיַד־גִּבּוֹר כֵּן בְּנֵי הַנְּעוּרִֽים׃

⁵ Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts the enemies at the gate.

אַשְׁרֵי הַגֶּבֶר אֲשֶׁר מִלֵּא אֶת־אַשְׁפָּתוֹ מֵהֶם לֹֽא־יֵבֹשׁוּ כִּֽי־יְדַבְּרוּ אֶת־אוֹיְבִים בַּשָּֽׁעַר׃