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Psalm 127
Unless the Lord builds the house, they labour in vain who build it.
Unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman keeps awake in vain.
It is vain to rise up early, to retire late, to eat the bread of painful labours.
For He gives to His beloved even in His sleep.
Behold, children are a gift [lit. Heritage: (Archaic) a special or individual possession; an allotted portion] of 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.
How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;
They will not be ashamed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.