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A Song of Ascents. By Shlomo.
1 Unless the LORD builds the house, They labor in vain who build it. Unless the LORD watches over the city, The watchman guards it in vain.
2 It is vain for you to rise up early, To stay up late, Eating the bread of toil; For he gives sleep to his loved ones.
3 Behold, children are a heritage of the LORD. The fruit of the womb is his reward.
4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, So are the children of youth.
5 Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They won't be put to shame when they speak with their enemies in the gate.
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