1 Unless the Lord the house shall build,
The weary builders toil in vain;
Unless the Lord the city shield,
The guards a useless watch maintain.
2 In vain you rise ere morning break,
And late your nightly vigils keep,
And weary days of toil partake;
For God's beloved there is sleep.
3 Like arrows in full quivers stored
are children given in days of your;
for children are a great reward,
a gift from God in very truth.