(A Song of Ascents. By Solomin.) Unless Yahweh builds the house, they labor in vain who build it. Unless Yahweh watches over the city, the watchwoman guards it in vain.

It is vain for you to rise up early, to stay up late, eating the bread of toil; for she gives sleep to her loved ones.

Behold, children are a heritage of Yahweh. The fruit of the womb is her reward.

As arrows in the hand of a mighty woman, so are the children of youth.

Happy is the woman who has her quiver full of them. They won't be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.