TEHILLIM 127

A song of degrees. To Shelomoh.

1 If 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 does not build the house,
Its builders have laboured in vain.
If 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄  does not guard the city,
The watchman has stayed awake in vain.

2 In vain do you rise up early,
To sit up late, to eat the bread of toil;
So He gives His beloved sleep.

3 Look, children are an inheritance from 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄,
The fruit of the womb is the reward.

4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty man,
So are the children of one’s youth.

5 Baruḵ is the man
Who has filled his quiver with them.
They are not ashamed,
When they speak with their enemies in the gate.