Unless the Lord builds the house, its builders labor in vain. Unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman wakens in vain. It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit down at your meal late, And so eat the bread of toil; for he gives to his loved ones sleep.
Children too are a gift from the Lord, they are a reward. As arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of youth. Happy indeed is the man whose quiver is full of them, He shall not be put to shame when he argues with foes in the court.
[Illustration: (C) Curtis Publishing Company
|Lo, Children are a Heritage of the Lord|
Painted by W. L. Taylor]