Psalm 127 - 128

A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon.

Unless Yahweh builds the house,

They labor in vain who build it;

Unless Yahweh watches the city,

The watchman keeps awake in vain.

It is in vain that you rise up early,

That you sit out late,

O you who eat the bread of painful labors;

For in this manner, He gives sleep to His beloved.

Behold, children are an inheritance of Yahweh,

The fruit of the womb is a reward.

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,

So are the children of one’s youth.

How blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them;

They will not be ashamed

When they speak with enemies in the gate.

A Song of Ascents.

How blessed is everyone who fears Yahweh,

Who walks in His ways.

When you shall eat of the fruit of the labor of your hands,

How blessed will you be and how well will it be for you.

Your wife shall be like a fruitful vine

In the innermost parts of your house,

Your children like olive plants

All around your table.

Behold, for thus shall the man be blessed

Who fears Yahweh.

May Yahweh bless you from Zion,

That you may see the prosperity of Jerusalem all the days of your life.

Indeed, may you see your children’s children.

Peace be upon Israel!