Skip to content

Psalm 127

CM/CMD · 8·6·8·6 (D)

A Song of degrees for Solomon.

1 If God build not the house, vainly

who build it do take pain:

except the Lord the city keep,

the watchman wakes in vain.

2 It’s vain for you early to rise,

watch late, to feed upon

the bread of grief: so he gives sleep

to his beloved one.

3 Lo, the womb’s fruit it’s God’s reward:

sons are his heritage.

4 As arrows in a strong man’s hand,

are sons of youthful age.

5 O blessed is the man which hath

his quiver fill’d with those:

they shall not be asham’d, i’th gate

when they speak with their foes.