Psalms 127
PSAL. CXXVII.
A Song of degrees for Solomon. ▼▼ for…: or, of Solomon.
1Except Yhwh build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except Yhwh keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain. ▼▼ that…: Heb. that are builders of it in it.
2It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep. 3Lo, children are an heritage of Yhwh: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. 4As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. 5Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate. ▼▼ his…: Heb. filled his quiver with them.
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▼▼ speak…: or, subdue, or, destroy.
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