Psalm CXXVII

Except the Lord do build house,
[It's but] vain pains the builders take:
Except the Lord the City keep,
[It's but] in vain the Watchmen wake.

It's vain for you betime to rise,
And late [your selves] from rest to keep;
To eat the bread of grief and care,
While God's beloved [rest and] sleep.

Good Children are God's heritage,
The womb's [blest] fruit [is] his reward:

Children of youth like arrows are,
For Parents strength [and joy] prepar'd.

Happy therein is he that hath
[His house] his Quiver full of those;
For he unshamed in the gate
Shall [boldly] speak unto his foes.