Poetry. Blessing, blessing, blessing, blessing.

Children are God's inheritance,

The uterus is a gift from him.

Children born when they are young,

Like a sword in a soldier's hand.

Blessed is the man with a bag full of arrows.

Everyone who fears the Lord and walks in his ways,

It is blessed.

You should eat what you earn, you should enjoy happiness, and things are going well.

Your wife is like a fruitful vine in the inner room.

Your children surround your desk like olive groves,

Behold, thus will the man who fears the Lord be blessed.

May the Lord bless you in Zion,

May you see the benefits of Jerusalem all your life.

May you see your children's children,

May peace come to Israel.

-Old Testament Psalms 127- 128.