A Song of degrees for
Solomon.
Except the
Lord build the house, they labour in vain that
build it: except the Lord keep the city, the
watchman waketh but in vain.
02 It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up
late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he
giveth his beloved sleep.
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03 Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and
the fruit of the womb is his reward.
04 As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so
are children of the youth.
05 Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of
them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall
speak with the enemies in the gate.
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