1(A Song of Ascents; of Solomon) Except تتراجراماتون build the house, They labor in vain that build it: Except تتراجراماتون keep the city, The watchman waketh but in vain.

2It is vain for you to rise up early, To take rest late, To eat the bread of toil; For so he giveth unto his beloved sleep.

3Lo, children are a heritage of تتراجراماتون; And the fruit of the womb is his reward.

4As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, So are the children of youth.

5Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: They shall not be put to shame, When they speak with their enemies in the gate.