Sunday Psalm

Psalm 127


Unless the Lord builds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
Unless the Lord guards the city,
The watchman stays awake in vain.
It is vain for you to rise up early,
To sit up late.
To eat the bread of sorrows;
For so He gives His beloved sleep.


Behold, children are a heritage from the 
   Lord,
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
Like the arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one's youth.
Happy is the man who has his quiver full of
   them;
They shall not be ashamed,
But shall speak with their enemies in the
   gate.

The New King James Version