127:1  A Song of degrees for Solomon. Except the LORD build
the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the LORD
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 the LORD: [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  Happy [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.