Except the Lord do build the house, The builders lose their pain

Verse 1

Except the Lord do build the house, the builders lose their pain: Except the Lord the city keep, the watchmen watch in vain.

Verse 2

'Tis vain for you to rise betimes, or late from rest to keep, To feed on sorrows' bread; so gives he his belovèd sleep.

Verse 3

Lo, children are God's heritage, the womb's fruit his reward.

Verse 4

The sons of youth as arrows are, for strong men's hands prepared.

Verse 5

O happy is the man that hath his quiver filled with those; They unashamèd in the gate shall speak unto their foes.