(127) A Song of Degrees.
Except the Lord build the house, they that build labor in vain: except the Lord keep the city, the watchman watches in vain.
It is vain for you to rise early: you° rise up after resting, you° that eat the bread of grief; while he gives sleep to his beloved.
Behold, the inheritance of the Lord, children, the reward of the fruit of the womb.
As arrows in the hand of a mighty man; so are the children of those who were outcasts.
Blessed is the man who shall satisfy his desire with them: they shall not be ashamed when they shall speak to their enemies in the gates.