PsalmsChapter 127

A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchman keeps guard in vain.
In vain you rise early and stay up late, eating the bread of anxious toil; for the LORD gives sleep to the one he loves.
Look, children are a heritage from the LORD; the fruit of the womb is a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the sons of one's youth.
How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them! They will not be put to shame when they contend with enemies at the gate.