1Unless the Lord does build the house,
The builders work in vain;
Unless the Lord the city guards,
The watchmen guard in vain.
2It’s vain for you to early rise,
And late at work to keep;
To eat the bread of painful toil—
He grants His loved ones sleep.
3For children are your heritage,
The Lord’s great gift in truth;
4Like arrows in the warrior’s hand
are children of one’s youth.
5How bless-ed is the man who has
a quiver full of them;
They’ll not be shamed when in the gate
with foes they do contend.