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Psalm 127The Blessing of the Lord
Unless the Lord builds a house, its builders labor over it in vain; unless the Lord watches over a city, the watchman stays alert in vain.
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In vain you get up early and stay up late, working hard to have enough food-- yes, he gives sleep to the one he loves.
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Sons are indeed a heritage from the Lord, offspring, a reward.
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Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the sons born in one's youth.
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Happy is the man who has filled his quiver with them.
They will never be put to shame when they speak with their enemies at the city gate.