Prosperity Comes from the Lord.

A Song of Ascents, of Solomon.

127 Unless the Lord (A)builds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
Unless the Lord (B)guards the city,
The watchman keeps awake in vain.
It is vain for you to rise up early,
To [a]retire late,
To (C)eat the bread of [b]painful labors;
For He gives to His (D)beloved (E)even in his sleep.

Behold, (F)children are a [c]gift of the Lord,
The (G)fruit of the womb is a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a (H)warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.
How (I)blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;
(J)They will not be ashamed
When they (K)speak with their enemies (L)in the gate.


  1. Psalm 127:2 Lit delay sitting
  2. Psalm 127:2 Lit toils
  3. Psalm 127:3 Or heritage