Psalm 127 - Modern English Version

A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon.

¹ Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who build it. Unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman stays awake in vain.

² It is in vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrowful toil; for so He gives His beloved sleep.

³ Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.

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

⁵ Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them; they shall not be ashamed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.