Psalm 127: Except the Lord do build the house
A Song of degrees for Solomon.
Meter: C.M. (8,6,8,6)
1 Except the Lord do build the house, the builders lose their pain: Except the Lord the city keep, the watchmen watch in vain.
2 ’Tis vain for you to rise betimes, or late from rest to keep, To feed on sorrows’ bread; so gives he his beloved sleep.
3 Lo, children are God’s heritage, the womb’s fruit his reward. 4 The sons of youth as arrows are, for strong men’s hands prepar’d.
5 O happy is the man that hath his quiver fill’d with those; They unashamed in the gate shall speak unto their foes.