A song of ascents.
Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it. Except the Lord keep the city, he that keepeth it watcheth but in vain.
It is vain for you to rise up early; ye rise up after resting, ye that eat the bread of sorrow, While He hath given his beloved sleep. Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord, the reward of the fruit of the womb.
As arrows in the hands of a mighty man, so are the children of those that were outcast.
Blessed is the man that shall satisfy his desire with them; they shall not be ashamed when they speak with their enemies in the gates.