A Songof degreesfor Solomon. Exceptthe LORDbuildthe house, they laborin vainthat buildit: exceptthe LORDkeepthe city, the watchmanwaketh but in vain. It is vainfor you to rise upearly, to sit uplate, to eatthe breadof sorrows: for sohe givethhis belovedsleep. Lo, children are a heritageof the LORD: and the fruitof the womb is his reward. As arrows are in the handof a mightyman; so are childrenof the youth. Happy is the manthathath his quiverfullofthem: they shall notbe ashamed, butthey shall speakwiththe enemiesin the gate.