Psalm 127

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1} A Song of degrees for Solomon. Unless Jehovah builds the house, they labor in vain who build it; unless Jehovah keeps the city, the watchman stays awake in vain. ^{Tools
2} It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows; for so He gives His beloved sleep.

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3} Lo, children are the inheritance of Jehovah; the fruit of the womb is a reward. ^{Tools
4} As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, so are the sons of the young. ^{Tools
5} Blessed is the man who has his quiver full of them; they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.