Psalm 1 27.
A song of degrees for Solomon.
Except the Lord build the house they labor in vain that build it.
Except the Lord, keep the city, the Watchman wicked, but in vain.
It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows.
For, so he gives his beloved sleep.
Low children are an heritage of the Lord.
And the fruit of the womb is his reward.
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man.
So are the children of the youth.
Happy as the man that has his quiver full of them.
They sell, not be ashamed.
But they shall speak with the enemies and the gate.