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127:1 A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain.
127:2 In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat--for he grants sleep to those he loves.
127:3 Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him.
127:4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth.
127:5 Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate.
127:2 In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat--for he grants sleep to those he loves.
127:3 Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him.
127:4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth.
127:5 Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate.