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127:1  A Solomonic song of ascents. 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.
127:2  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.
127:3  Sons are indeed a heritage from the LORD, children, a reward.
127:4  Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the sons born in one's youth.
127:5  Happy is the man who has filled his quiver with them. Such men will never be put to shame when they speak with their enemies at the city gate.