A Song of degrees for Solomon.
1 Except the Lord build the house, they a in vain that build it: except the Lord b the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.
2 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 a.
3 Lo, a are an b of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his c.
4 As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.
5 a 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.