Psalm 127

Unless the Lord builds the house
 Those who build it labor in vain
 Unless the Lord watches over the city
 The watchman stays awake in vain
 It is in vain
 That you rise up early
 And go late to rest
 Eating the bread of anxious toil
 For He gives to His beloved sleep
 Unless the Lord builds the house
 Those who build it labor in vain
 Unless the Lord watches over the city
 The watchman stays awake in vain
 Behold, children are
 A heritage from the Lord
 The fruit of the womb a reward
 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
 Are the children of one's youth
 Unless the Lord builds the house
 Those who build it labor in vain
 Unless the Lord watches over the city
 The watchman stays awake in vain
 Blessed is the man
 Who fills his quiver with them
 He shall not be put to shame
 When he speaks with his enemies in the gate
 Unless the Lord builds the house
 Those who build it labor in vain
 Unless the Lord watches over the city
 The watchman stays awake in vain
 Unless the Lord builds the house
 Those who build it labor in vain