A song of ascents. Of Solomon.
1 Unless theLordbuilds the house,
the builders labor in vain.
Unless theLordwatches over the city,
the guards stand watch in vain.
2 In vain you rise early
and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat—
# for he grants sleep tothose he loves.
3 Children are a heritage from theLord,
offspring a reward from him.
4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are children born in one’s youth.
5 Blessed is the man
whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame
when they contend with their opponents in court.
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