ECB(i)
1 A Song of Degrees: By Shelomoh. Except Yah Veh build the house the builders toil in vain; except Yah Veh guard the city the guards guard in vain:
2 how vain for you to start early, to settle down late, to eat the bread of contorting; thus he gives his beloved sleep.
3 Behold, sons are an inheritance of Yah Veh; the fruit of the belly is his hire:
4 as arrows in the hand of a mighty man thus are sons of the youth.
5 Blithe - the mighty who fills his quiver with them; they shame not, for they word with the enemies in the portal.