Psalms Chapter 127 (NIV)
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Psalm 127A song of ascents. Of Solomon.Unless the Lord builds the house,its builders labor in vain.Unless the Lord watches over the city,the watchmen stand guard in vain.
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In vain you rise earlyand stay up late,toiling for food to eat—for he grants sleep to those he loves.
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Sons are a heritage from the Lord,children a reward from him.
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Like arrows in the hands of a warriorare sons born in one’s youth.
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Blessed is the manwhose quiver is full of them.They will not be put to shamewhen they contend with their enemies in the gate.
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