PSALM 127
Prosperity Comes from the Lord.
A Song of Ascents, of Solomon.
1Unless the Lord builds a house,
They who build it labor in vain;
Unless the Lord guards a city,
The watchman stays awake in vain.
2It is futile for you to rise up early,
To Lit sit latestay up late,
To eat the bread of painful labor;
This is how He gives to His beloved sleep.
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
4Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.
5Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;
They will not be ashamed
When they speak with their enemies in the gate.
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