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Psalm 127 — The Need of Heavenly Help
A song of ascents. Of Solomon.
Unless the Lord builds the house,
those who build it labor in vain.
Unless the Lord guards the city,
the watchman wakes in vain.
 
In vain you rise early,
and finish so late,
and so eat sorrow's bread;
for he cares for his loved ones
in their sleep.
 
Children are a gift of the Lord,
the fruit of the womb, a reward.
Like arrows wielded by warriors,
are the children of youth.
 
Happy the man who has filled
his quiver full of them.
He will not be ashamed when he speaks
with enemies in the gate.