A song of ascents. Of Solomon.

1 Unless the Lordbuilds the house,

the builders labour in vain.

Unless the Lordwatches 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 the Lord,

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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