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Psalms:127

¹A song of ascents; by Solomon. If the Lord does not build a house, then those who build it work in vain. If the Lord does not guard a city, then the watchman stands guard in vain. ²It is vain for you to rise early, come home late, and work so hard for your food. Yes, he provides for those whom he loves even when they sleep. ³Yes, sons are a gift from the Lord; the fruit of the womb is a reward. ⁴Sons born during one’s youth are like arrows in a warrior’s hand. ⁵How blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them. They will not be put to shame when they confront enemies at the city gate.