(A Solomon song for pilgrims on the road up to Zion.)
Unless it’s Yahweh building the house,
The work is pointless.
Unless it’s Yahweh protecting the city,
The security guards might as well go home.
What’s the point of getting up early
Or staying up late,
Working hard for the wage
Of working hard again the next day.
You need to know this about God:
He loves giving rest
To the ones he loves.
Know this too:
Your kids are your legacy from Yahweh,
Your lasting mark on the world.
The children you bring into the world
Are the greatest gift
You’ll ever receive.
A warrior might prevail
Because of a fistful of arrows.
Your kids do the same for you.
A quiver full of kids
Makes parents happy and strong.
There will be no fear of shame
When passing your haters on the street.