| Chapter 127 |
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A Song of the Ascents, by Solomon. If Yehovah doth not build the house, In vain have its builders laboured at it, If Yehovah doth not watch a city, In vain hath a watchman waked. |
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Vain for you who are rising early, Who delay sitting, eating the bread of griefs, So He giveth to His beloved one sleep. |
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Lo, an inheritance of Yehovah are sons, A reward is the fruit of the womb. |
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As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So are the sons of the young men. |
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O the happiness of the man Who hath filled his quiver with them, They are not ashamed, For they speak with enemies in the gate! |