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Psalms 127

A song of ascents. Of Solomon.

1 Unless the Lord builds the house,
     its builders labor in vain.
Unless the Lord watches over the city,
     the watchmen stand guard in vain.
2 In vain you rise early
     and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat--
     for he grants sleep to(2) those he loves.
3 Sons are a heritage from the Lord,
     children a reward from him.
4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
     are sons born in one's youth.
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.