Prosperity Comes from the LORD.

A Song of Ascents, of Solomon.

1 Unless the LORD builds the house,
          They labor in vain who build it;
          Unless the LORD guards the city,
          The watchman keeps awake in vain.

2 It is vain for you to rise up early,
          To retire late,
          To eat the bread of painful labors;
          For He gives to His beloved even in his sleep.

3 Behold, children are a gift of the LORD,
          The fruit of the womb is a reward.

4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
          So are the children of one’s youth.

5 How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;
          They will not be ashamed
          When they speak with their enemies in the gate.