Psaumes 127

¹ Unless the Lord builds a house,
its builders labor over it in vain;
unless the Lord watches over a city,
the watchman stays alert in vain.

² In vain you get up early and stay up late,
working hard to have enough food —
yes, he gives sleep to the one he loves.

³ Sons are indeed a heritage from the Lord,
offspring, a reward.

⁴ Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the sons born in one’s youth.

⁵ Happy is the man who has filled his quiver with them.
They will never be put to shame
when they speak with their enemies at the city gate.