Psalms Chapter 127
So if the Lord isn't crafting the house, all that hustle is just hella sus; if the Lord's not keeping an eye on the city, then the watchman's just wasting his time, fr.
[A Song of degrees for Solomon.] Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh {but} in vain. {for...: or, of Solomon} {that...: Heb. that are builders of it in it}
For real, there's no point in grinding hard and staying up late just to stress; God hands out that sweet rest to his favorites, no cap.
{It is} vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: {for} so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Real talk, children are a solid flex from the Lord; they're the ultimate prize for the fam.
Lo, children {are} an heritage of the LORD: {and} the fruit of the womb {is his} reward.
Just like arrows in a boss's grip, kids are the real deal for the young guns.
As arrows {are} in the hand of a mighty man; so {are} children of the youth.
A dude's living his best life if his quiver's full of them; they won't be put to shame, they'll go off against the haters at the gate.
Happy {is} the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate. {his...: Heb. filled his quiver with them} {speak...: or, subdue, or, destroy}