New American Standard Bible

Psalm 127

Prosperity Comes from the Lord.

A Song of Ascents, of Solomon.

1Unless the Lord builds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
Unless the Lord guards the city,
The watchman keeps awake in vain.
It is vain for you to rise up early,
To [a]retire late,
To eat the bread of [b]painful labors;
For He gives to His beloved even in his sleep.

Behold, children are a [c]gift of the Lord,
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.
How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;
They will not be ashamed
When they speak with their enemies in the gate.

  1. Psalm 127:2 Lit delay sitting
  2. Psalm 127:2 Lit toils
  3. Psalm 127:3 Or heritage