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127:1  Unless the Lord builds a house, They who build it labor in vain; Unless the Lord guards a city, The watchman stays awake in vain.
127:2  It is futile for you to rise up early, To stay up late, To eat the bread of painful labor; This is how He gives to His beloved sleep.
127:3  Behold, children are a gift of the Lord, The fruit of the womb is a reward.
127:4  Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of one’s youth.
127:5  Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them; They will not be ashamed When they speak with their enemies in the gate.