[A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon.]
Lo, sons are a heritage from the LORD,
the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the sons of one's youth.
Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them!
He shall not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.
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