Psalms 127
127
PSALM 127
Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
1Except the Lord do build the house,
the builders lose their pain:
Except the Lord the city keep,
the watchmen watch in vain.
2'Tis vain for you to rise betimes,
or late from rest to keep,
To feed on sorrows' bread;
so gives he his beloved sleep.
3Lo, children are God's heritage,
the womb's fruit his reward.
4The sons of youth as arrows are,
for strong men's hands prepar'd.
5O happy is the man that hath
his quiver fill'd with those;
They unashamed in the gate
shall speak unto their foes.
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Psalms 127
127
A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem. A psalm of Solomon.
1Unless the Lord builds a house,
the work of the builders is wasted.
Unless the Lord protects a city,
guarding it with sentries will do no good.
2It is useless for you to work so hard
from early morning until late at night,
anxiously working for food to eat;
for God gives rest to his loved ones.
3Children are a gift from the Lord;
they are a reward from him.
4Children born to a young man
are like arrows in a warrior’s hands.
5How joyful is the man whose quiver is full of them!
He will not be put to shame when he confronts his accusers at the city gates.
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