PSALM 127

			01 Unless the LORD builds the
			   house,
			   They labor in vain who built it;
			   Unless the LORD guards the
			   city,
			   The watchman stays awake in
			   vain.
			02 It is vain for you to rise up early,
			   To sit up late,
			   To eat the bread of sorrows;
			   For so He gives His beloved
			   sleep.
			
			03 Behold, children are a heritage
			   from the LORD,
			   The fruit of the womb is a 
			   reward.
			04 Like arrows in the hand of a 
			   warrior,
			   So are the children of one's
			   youth.
			05 Happy is the man who has his
			   quiver full of them;
			   They shall not be ashamed,
			   But shall speak with their
			   Enemies in the gate.