Song of degrees.
Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord preserves the city, watch in vain. It is in vain for you to exercise, you will rise gray, eating the bread of sickness, when He gives sleep to His beloved. Behold the heritage of the Lord, the reward of the fruit of the womb. Like arrows in the arm of a strong man, so the sons of the shaken. Blessed is he who gets his desire from them. They will not be ashamed when they speak against their enemies in the gates.