Monday, August 6, 2012

Psalm 127

Psalm 127
A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon.

1 Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain.
Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain.

2 It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil;
for he gives to his beloved sleep.

3 Lo, sons are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.

4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the sons of one’s youth.

5 Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them!
He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.



Diakonos said...

What a cute guy! (words I would not normally use, LOL)

Jonny said...

How wonderful it is to see a sweet little baby like him and know that his parents appreciate what a blessing he is!