Unless the Lord builds the house,
it's builders labor in vain
Unless the Lord watches
over the city
the watchmen stand guard
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 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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