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| | 1 | Unless Yahweh builds the house, They labor in vain who build it. Unless Yahweh watches over the city, The watchman guards it in vain.
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| | 2 | It is vain for you to rise up early, To stay up late, Eating the bread of toil; For he gives sleep to his loved ones.
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| | 3 | Behold, children are a heritage of Yahweh. The fruit of the womb is his reward.
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| | 4 | As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, So are the children of youth.
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| | 5 | Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They won't be put to shame when they speak with their enemies in the gate. Psalm 128 A Song of Ascents.
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