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1 A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, They labor in vain who build it; Unless the LORD guards the city, The watchman stays awake in vain. |
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. |
3 Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, The fruit of the womb is a reward. |
4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of one's youth. |
5 Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them; They shall not be ashamed, But shall speak with their enemies in the gate. |
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