Psalms 127

Prosperity Comes from the  Lord.

A Song of Ascents, of Solomon.

Unless the  Lord a builds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
Unless the  Lord b guards the city,
The watchman keeps awake in vain.
It is vain for you to rise up early,
Lit delay sitting
retire late,
To d eat the bread of
Lit toils
painful labors;
For He gives to His f beloved g  even in his sleep.

Behold h children are a
Or heritage
gift of the  Lord,
The j fruit of the womb is a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a k warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.
How l blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;
m They will not be ashamed
When they n speak with their enemies o in the gate.

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