Unless the Lord is the one building, the builders are only moving stone. Unless the Lord is the one keeping watch, the guard stays awake for nothing at all. There is no use getting up before the light, sitting late, eating bread that tastes of worry. He provides for the ones He loves while they sleep, what anxious hands were never going to earn. Children arrive as an inheritance; what the womb yields comes back as reward. Held the way a soldier holds his arrows, the children of a person's younger years. Whoever carries a full quiver of them is happy; no one will put them to shame.