Unless the Lord abuilds the house, They labor in vain who build it; Unless the Lord bguards the city, The watchman keeps awake in vain.
It is vain for you to rise up early, To retire late, To aeat the bread of painful labors; For He gives to His bbeloved ceven in his sleep.
Behold, achildren are a gift of the Lord, The bfruit of the womb is a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a awarrior, So are the children of one's youth.
How ablessed is the man whose quiver is full of them; bThey will not be ashamed When they cspeak with their enemies din the gate.
Scripture taken from the NEW AMERICAN STANDARD BIBLE®, Copyright © 1960,1962,1963,1968,1971,1972,1973,1975,1977,1995 by The Lockman Foundation. Used by permission.