PS-127:1 A Song of degrees for Solomon. Except the LORD build

the house, they

labour in vain that build it: except the LORD keep the city, the

watchman

waketh [but] in vain.

PS-127:2 [It 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.

PS-127:3 Lo, children [are] an heritage of the LORD: [and] the

fruit of the

womb [is his] reward.

PS-127:4 As arrows [are] in the hand of a mighty man; so [are]

children of the

youth.

PS-127:5 Happy [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.

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