1 If Yahweh Himself is not building a house, Its builders toil futilely in it. If Yahweh Himself is not guarding a city, The sentinel is alert futilely. 2 Futile is it for you to rise early, And stay up late, Eating the bread of grievous labor; Yet so is He giving to His beloved in their sleep. 3 Behold, sons are an allotment from Yahweh; The fruit of the belly is a reward. 4 Like arrows in the hand of a master, So are the sons of youthful parents. 5 Happy is the master who fills his quiver with them; They shall not be ashamed When they are speaking with enemies in the gateway.
Psalms 127
(CLV) Psalms 127