A Song of the Ascents. Of Solomon.
127 Unless Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah} builds the house,
It is in vain that its builders work hard on it.
Unless Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah} guards the city,
It is in vain that the guard stays awake.
2 It is in vain that you rise up early,
That you stay up late,
That you toil for your food,
Since he provides for his loved ones while giving them sleep.
3 Look! Sons are an inheritance from Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah};
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
4 Like arrows in the hand of a mighty man,
So are the sons of one’s youth.
5 Happy is the man who fills his quiver with them.
They will not be put to shame,
For they will speak with enemies in the city gate.