Psalms 127

A song of ascents. Of Solomon.

Unless the  Lord builds the house,
the builders labour in vain.
Unless the  Lord watches over the city,
the guards stand watch in vain.
In vain you rise early
and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat –
for he grants sleep to
Or eat – / for while they sleep he provides for
those he loves.
Children are a heritage from the  Lord,
offspring a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are children born in one’s youth.
Blessed is the man
whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame
when they contend with their opponents in court.
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