Psalm 127

New Coverdale Version

Unless the Lord builds the house, * their labor is in vain who build it.

Unless the Lord keeps the city, * the watchman keeps vigil in vain.

It is in vain that you rise up early, and take rest so late, and eat the bread of toil, * for he gives to his beloved sleep.

Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, * and the fruit of the womb is a gift that comes from him.

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 when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.