Psalms 127

Prosperity Comes from the  Lord.

A Song of Ascents, of Solomon.

1 Unless the  Lord a  builds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
Unless the  Lord b  guards the city,
The watchman keeps awake in vain.
2It is vain for you to rise up early,
To
Lit delay sitting
retire late,
To d  eat the bread of
Lit toils
painful labors;
For He gives to His f  beloved g  even in his sleep.

3Behold h  children are a
Or heritage
gift of the  Lord,
The j  fruit of the womb is a reward.
4Like arrows in the hand of a k  warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.
5How l  blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;
m  They will not be ashamed
When they n  speak with their enemies o  in the gate.

Copyright information for NASB_th