Prosperity Comes from the L{ORD}.

A Song of Ascents, of Solomon.

1
Unless the LORD builds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
Unless the LORD guards the city,
The watchman keeps awake in vain.

2
It is vain for you to rise up early,
To retire late,
To eat the bread of painful labors;
For He gives to His beloved {even in his} sleep.

3
Behold, children are a gift of the LORD,
The fruit of the womb is a reward.

4
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.

5
How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;
They will not be ashamed
When they speak with their enemies in the gate.