Psalm 127

Children are a heritage from the Lord.

A Song of degrees for Solomon.

 Except the Lord build the house, they alabour in vain that build it: except the Lord bkeep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.

 It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved asleep.

 Lo, achildren are an bheritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his creward.

 As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.

 aHappy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.