Psalm chapter 127 tag:brojed.org/cms,2026-04-26:20260426 2026-04-26T10:48:24+00:00 tag:brojed.org/cms,2026-04-26:20260426 2026-04-26T10:48:24+00:00

A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, They labor in vain who build it; Unless the LORD guards the city, The watchman stays awake in vain. [It is] vain for you to rise up early, To sit up late, To eat the bread of sorrows; [For] so He gives His beloved sleep. Behold, children [are] a heritage from the LORD, The fruit of the womb [is] a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So [are] the children of one's youth. Happy [is] the man who has his quiver full of them; They shall not be ashamed, But shall speak with their enemies in the gate.

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