Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who build it;
Unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman keeps awake in vain.
It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late,
To eat the bread of sorrows, for He gives His beloved sleep.
Behold, children are a gift from the Lord,
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth.
Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them;
He shall not be ashamed, But shall speak at the gate with his enemies.