Psalms 127

Rotherham(i) 1 [A Song of Ascents. Solomon’s.]
If, Yahweh, build not the house, in vain, have the builders of it toiled thereon, If, Yahweh, watch not the city, in vain, hath the watchman kept awake: 2 Vain for you,––to be early in rising, to be late in lying down, to be eating the bread of wearisome toil, So, would he give his beloved one sleep. 3 Lo! an inheritance from Yahweh, are children, A reward, the fruit of the womb: 4 As arrows in the hand of a warrior, so, are the children of young men. 5 How happy the man who hath filled his quiver with them! They will not be ashamed, but will speak with enemies in the gate.