Prosperity Comes from the LORD.

A Song of [a]Ascents. Of Solomon.

1Unless the LORD builds the house,

They labor in vain who build it;

Unless the LORD guards the city,

The watchman keeps awake in vain.

2It is vain for you to rise early,

To retire late,

To eat the bread of anxious labors--

For He gives [blessings] to His beloved even in his sleep.

3Behold, children are a heritage and gift from the LORD,

The fruit of the womb a reward.

4Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,

So are the children of one’s youth.

5How blessed [happy and fortunate] is the man whose quiver is filled with them;

They will not be ashamed

When they speak with their enemies [in gatherings] at the [city] gate.