Psalm 127

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1} A song of ascents, by Solomon. If the Lord does not build a house, then those who build it work in vain. If the Lord does not guard a city, then the watchman stands guard in vain. ^{Tools
2} It is vain for you to rise early, come home late, and work so hard for your food. Yes, he can provide for those whom he loves even when they sleep.

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3} Yes, sons are a gift from the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward. ^{Tools
4} Sons born during one's youth are like arrows in a warrior's hand. ^{Tools
5} How blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! They will not be put to shame when they confront enemies at the city gate.