| 127 | Psalms | |||||||
| [A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon.] | <p> | Mgn | Edit | <p> | ||||
| 1 | Unless the LORD builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain. | In Praise of God's Goodness. | <DD> | Mgn | Edit | <p> | ||
| 2 | It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep. | Mgn | Edit | <p> | ||||
| 3 | Lo, sons are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. | <p> | Mgn | Edit | <p> | |||
| 4 | Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the sons of one's youth. | Mgn | Edit | <p> | ||||
| 5 | 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. | </DD> | Mgn | Edit | <p> | |||
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