Psalms 127
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1[A Song of degrees for Solomon.] Except the Yahuah build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the Yahuah keep the city, the watchman waketh in vain.
2vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: so he giveth his beloved sleep.
3Lo, children an heritage of the Yahuah: the fruit of the womb reward.
4As arrows in the hand of a mighty man; so children of the youth.
5Happy the man that has his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.