1 A Song of degrees for Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, they labour in vain that build it; unless the LORD keeps the city, the watchmen watch in vain.2 [It is] vain for you to rise up early, to come home late, to eat the bread of sorrows, because he shall give his beloved sleep.3 Behold, sons [are] a heritage of the LORD, [and] the fruit of the womb [is] to be desired.4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, so [are] the young men.5 Happy [is] the man that has filled his quiver with them: he shall not be ashamed when he speaks with the enemies in the gate.: