A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon.
1 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.
To sit up late,
To eat the bread of sorrows;
For so He gives His beloved sleep.
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
So are the children of one’s youth.
They shall not be ashamed,
But shall speak with their enemies in the gate.