[A song of degrees for Solomon.]
1
Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vaine that build it: except the Lord keepe the citie, the watchman waketh but in vaine.
2
It is vaine for you to rise vp early, to sit vp late, to eate the bread of sorrowes: for so hee giueth his beloued sleepe.
3
Loe, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the wombe is his reward.
4
As arrowes are in the hand of a mightie man: so are children of the youth.
5
Happie is the man that hath his quiuer full of them, they shall not be ashamed: but they shall speake with the enemies in the gate.