Psalm 127

May the Lord build our house
 And guard our city
 If the Lord does not build the house
 In vain do its builders labor
 If the Lord does not watch over the city
 In vain does the watchman keep vigil
 In vain is your earlier rising
 Your going later to rest
 You who toil for the bread you eat
 When he pours gifts on his beloved while they slumber
 Truly, sons are a gift from the Lord
 A blessing, the fruit of the womb
 Indeed, the sons of youth
 Are like arrows in the hand of a warrior
 Oh, the happiness of the man
 Who has filled his quiver with these arrows
 He will have no cause for shame
 When he disputes with his foes in the gateways
 Glory to the Father
 And to the Son
 And to the Holy Spirit
 As it was in the beginning
 Is now and will be forever
 Amen