‏ Psalms 127

Prosperity Comes from the Lord.

A Song of Ascents, of Solomon.


1 Unless the Lord abuilds a house,
They who build it labor in vain;
Unless the Lord bguards a city,
The watchman stays awake in vain.

2 It is futile for you to rise up early,
To
Lit sit late
stay up late,
To deat the bread of painful labor;
This is how He gives to His ebeloved fsleep.


3 Behold, gchildren are a
Or heritage
gift of the Lord,
The ifruit of the womb is a reward.

4 Like arrows in the hand of a jwarrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.

5 kBlessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;
lThey will not be ashamed
When they mspeak with their enemies nin the gate.
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