Unless the Lord builds the house
the builders labor in vain.
Unless the Lord watches over the city, the guards stand watch in vain.
In vain you rise early
and stay up late,
eating the bread of anxious toil;
for he gives to his beloved sleep.

Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the children of one's youth.
Blessed is the man
who filles his quiver with them!
He will not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.
Psalm 127