3 It is but lost labour that ye haste to rise up early, and so late
take rest, arid eat the bread of carefulness: for so he giveth his
beloved sleep.
4 Lo, children and the fruit of the womb: are an heritage and gift
that cometh of the Lord.
5 Like as the arrows in the hand of the giant: even so are the
young children.
6 Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall
not be ashamed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.
PSALM 128. _Beati omnes_.
Blessed are all they that fear the Lord: and walk in his ways.
2 For thou shalt eat the labours of thine hands: O well is thee,
and happy shalt thou be.
3 Thy wife shall be as the fruitful vine: upon the walls of thine
house.