Ps. 127. Unless
the Lord builds the
house, the builders labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the guards stand watch
in vain. In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to
eat—for he grants sleep to those he loves. Children are a heritage
from the Lord, offspring a
reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children
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 opponents in court. Amen.
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