Unless the Lord builds the house, *
their labor is in vain who build it.
Unless the Lord keeps the city, *
the watchman keeps vigil in vain.
It is in vain that you rise up early, and take rest so late, and eat the bread of toil, *
for he gives to his beloved sleep.
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, *
and the fruit of the womb is a gift that comes from him.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, *
so are the children of one’s youth.
Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them; *
he shall not be ashamed when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.
Blessed are all those who fear the Lord *
and walk in his ways.
For you shall eat of the labors of your hands; *
it shall be well with you, and happy you shall be.
Your wife shall be as a fruitful vine *
upon the walls of your house,
Your children like the olive branches *
round about your table.
Indeed, thus shall the man be blessed *
who fears the Lord.
May the Lord bless you out of Zion; *
may you see Jerusalem in prosperity all your life long.
May you see your children’s children, *
and may there be peace upon Israel.