| | 1 | A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain. | |
| | 2 | In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat--for he grants sleep to those he loves. | |
| | 3 | Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him. | |
| | 4 | Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth. | |
| | 5 | Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate. | |
