Psalm 127

Psalm 127

1. A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem. A psalm of Solomon. 1 1 Unless the Lord builds a house, 1 the work of the builders is wasted. 1 Unless the Lord protects a city, 1 guarding it with sentries will do no good.

2. It is useless for you to work so hard 2 from early morning until late at night, 2 anxiously working for food to eat; 2 for God gives rest to his loved ones.

3. Children are a gift from the Lord; 3 they are a reward from him.

4. Children born to a young man 4 are like arrows in a warrior’s hands.

5. How joyful is the man whose quiver is full of them! 5 He will not be put to shame when he confronts his accusers at the city gates.