Psalms 127

Prosperity Comes from the Lord.

A Song of Ascents, of Solomon.

1 Unless the Lord abuilds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
Unless the Lord bguards the city,
The watchman keeps awake in vain.
2It is vain for you to rise up early,
To
Lit delay sitting
retire late,
To deat the bread of
Lit toils
painful labors;
For He gives to His fbeloved g even in his sleep.

3Behold, hchildren are a
Or heritage
gift of the Lord,
The jfruit of the womb is a reward.
4Like arrows in the hand of a kwarrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.
5How lblessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;
mThey will not be ashamed
When they nspeak with their enemies oin the gate.

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