[[A song of degrees, or Psalm Chapter of Solomon.]][1]Except the Lord build the house, they labor in vain that build it: except the Lord keep the city, the keeper watcheth in vain.[2]It is in vain for you to rise early , and to lie down late, and eat the bread of sorrow: but he will surely give rest to his beloved.[3]Behold, children are the inheritance of the Lord, and the fruit of the womb his reward.[4]As are the arrows in the hand of the strong man: so are the children of youth.[5]Blessed is the man, that hath his quiver full of them: for they shall not be ashamed, when they speak with their enemies in the gate.