A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem. A psalm of Solomon.

1Unless the LORD builds a house,

the work of the builders is wasted.

Unless the LORD protects a city,

guarding it with sentries will do no good.

2It is useless for you to work so hard

from early morning until late at night,

anxiously working for food to eat;

for God gives rest to his loved ones.

3Children are a gift from the LORD;

they are a reward from him.

4Children born to a young man

are like arrows in a warrior’s hands.

5How joyful is the man whose quiver is full of them!

He will not be put to shame when he confronts his accusers at the city gates.