1A 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.
2It is vain for you to rise early: Ye rise up after resting, Ye that eat the bread of grief; While he gives sleep to his beloved.
3Behold, the inheritance of the Lord, children, The reward of the fruit of the womb.
4As arrows in the hand of a mighty man; So are the children of those who were outcasts.
5Blessed 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.