< Psalms 127 >

1 A Song of degrees for Solomon. Except the LORD shall build the house, they labor in vain that build it: except the LORD shall keep the city, the watchman waketh in vain.
A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. BY SOLOMON. If YHWH does not build the house, Its builders have labored at it in vain, If YHWH does not watch a city, A watchman has awoken in vain.
2 [It is] vain for you to rise early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: [for] so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Vain for you who are rising early, Who delay sitting, eating the bread of griefs, So He gives sleep to His beloved one.
3 Lo, children [are] a heritage of the LORD: [and] the fruit of the womb [is his] reward.
Behold, sons [are] an inheritance of YHWH, The fruit of the womb [is] a reward.
4 As arrows [are] in the hand of a mighty man: so [are] children of the youth.
As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So [are] the sons of the young men.
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.
O the blessedness of the man Who has filled his quiver with them, They are not ashamed, For they speak with enemies in the gate!

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