A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon.
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;
3 Lo, sons are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.
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.