Unless the Lord builds the house Those who build it labor in vain Unless the Lord watches over the city The watchman stays awake in vain It is in vain That you rise up early And go late to rest Eating the bread of anxious toil For He gives to His beloved sleep Unless the Lord builds the house Those who build it labor in vain Unless the Lord watches over the city The watchman stays awake in vain Behold, children are A heritage from the Lord The fruit of the womb a reward Like arrows in the hand of a warrior Are the children of one's youth Unless the Lord builds the house Those who build it labor in vain Unless the Lord watches over the city The watchman stays awake in vain Blessed is the man Who fills his quiver with them He shall not be put to shame When he speaks with his enemies in the gate Unless the Lord builds the house Those who build it labor in vain Unless the Lord watches over the city The watchman stays awake in vain Unless the Lord builds the house Those who build it labor in vain