A song of ascents. Of Solomon.
Unless the Lord builds the house, the builders labor in
vain.
Unless the Lord watches over the city, the guards stand
watch in vain.
In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to
eat—
for he grants sleep to those he
loves.
Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward
from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in
one’s youth.
Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame when they contend with their
opponents in court.
Father God, teach us to labor for the things you want. Thank you, Lord, for the gift of our children. We love you, Lord.