Psalm 127

EXcept the LORD the house do build,
Vain pains the builders take:
Except the LORD the Citie shield,
In vain the watch-men wake.
Vain's early rising, watching late,
And eating carefull bread:
While Gods belov'd in their estate,
Sleep quietly in bed.
A fruitfull womb God onely grafts,
And children can bestow:
Young children are like piercing shafts,
Shot from a Gyants bow.
Whose quiver is with them repleat,
Enjoys a happie state:
Such shall not be asham'd to treat
With th'enemie in the gate.