Psalms 127

²Vain for you who are rising early, Who delay sitting, eating the bread of griefs, So He giveth to His beloved one sleep.

³Lo, an inheritance of Jehovah [are] sons, A reward [is] the fruit of the womb.

⁴As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So [are] the sons of the young men.

⁵O the happiness of the man Who hath filled his quiver with them, They are not ashamed, For they speak with enemies in the gate!