Dual PanelPsalm 127
A song of ascents, by Solomon. 1If the
then those who build it work in vain.
If the
then the watchman stands guard in vain.
2It is vain for you to rise early, come home late,
and work so hard for your food.
Yes, he can provide for those whom he loves even when they sleep.
3Yes, sons are a gift from the
the fruit of the womb is a reward.
4Sons born during one’s youth
are like arrows in a warrior’s hand.
5How blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them!
They will not be put to shame when they confront enemies at the city gate.