Prosperity Comes from the Lord.
A Song of
Ascents. Of Solomon.
1 Unless the Lordbuilds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
Unless the Lordguards the city,
The watchman keeps awake in vain.
2 It is vain for you to rise early,
To retire late,
To eat the bread of anxious labors–
For He gives [blessings] to His belovedeven in hissleep.
3 Behold, children are a heritageandgift from the Lord,
The fruit of the womb a reward.
4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.
5 How blessed [happy and fortunate] is the man whose quiver is filled with them;
They will not be ashamed
When they speak with their enemies [in gatherings] at the [city] gate.