Prosperity Comes from the LORD.

A Song of Ascents, of Solomon.

1Unless the LORD builds a house,

They who build it labor in vain;

Unless the LORD guards a city,

The watchman stays awake in vain.

2It is futile for you to rise up early,

To [a]stay up late,

To eat the bread of painful labor;

This is how He gives to His beloved sleep.

3Behold, children are a [b]gift of the LORD,

The fruit of the womb is a reward.

4Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,

So are the children of one’s youth.

5Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;

They will not be ashamed

When they speak with their enemies in the gate.