Psalms 127

PSALM 127.

A Song of degrees for Solomon.

Except the  Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the  Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.
for…: or, of Solomon
that…: Heb. that are builders of it in it
It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep. Lo, children are an heritage of the  Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.
his…: Heb. filled his quiver with them
speak…: or, subdue, or, destroy
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