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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