Except the LORD build the house,
they labour in vain that build it:
except the LORD keep the city,
the watchman wakes but in vain.
In vain you rise early and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat -
for he grants sleep to those he loves.
Sons are a heritage from the LORD,
children a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are the sons born in one's youth.
Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame
when they contend with their enemies in the gate.
they labour in vain that build it:
except the LORD keep the city,
the watchman wakes but in vain.
In vain you rise early and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat -
for he grants sleep to those he loves.
Sons are a heritage from the LORD,
children a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are the sons born in one's youth.
Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame
when they contend with their enemies in the gate.
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