1: (A Song of Ascents. By Solomon.) Unless Yahweh builds the house, They labor in vain who build it. Unless Yahweh watches over the city, The watchman guards it in vain. 2: It is vain for you to rise up early, To stay up late, Eating the bread of toil; For he gives sleep to his loved ones. 3: Behold, children are a heritage of Yahweh. The fruit of the womb is his reward. 4: As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, So are the children of youth. 5: Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They won't be put to shame when they speak with their enemies in the gate.