Psalm 127

A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem. A psalm of Solomon.

 ¹ Unless the Lord builds a house,
      the work of the builders is wasted.
   Unless the Lord protects a city,
      guarding it with sentries will do no good.
 ² It is useless for you to work so hard
      from early morning until late at night,
   anxiously working for food to eat;
      for God gives rest to his loved ones.