Those who weep as they sow, 

Will rejoice at the harvest. 

Give your thanks to the Lord 

Who brings joy out of sorrow. 

He turns sorrow into joy. 

All your building is vain unless God is the builder, 

All your watching is vain unless God is the watchman.

You may rise before dawn, seek your bed after nightfall, 

And yet labour in vain, for the Lord gives the increase. 

In his love God makes rich by his present of children, 

Who, like arrows in flight, will be swift to protect you. 

What a blessing God gives in this quiver of arrows, 

When the enemy stands in the gate of the city.