Behold, sons are the inheritance of Jehovah: the reward of the fruit of the womb.

Song of ascensions to Solomon. If Jehovah shall not build the house, they building it, in it labored in vain. If Jehovah shall not watch the city, he watching, watched in vain.

In vain for you rising early to arise from after sitting; eating the bread of toils: so will he give to his beloved sleep.

As arrows in the hand of the strong one, so are sons of youth.

Happy the man who filled his quiver from them: they shall not be ashamed when they shall speak with their enemies in the gate.