Psalm 127.

 1  Except the Lord do build the house,
       the builders lose their pain:
    Except the Lord the city keep,
       the watchmen watch in vain.

 2  'Tis vain for you to rise betimes,
       or late from rest to keep,
    To feed on sorrows' bread; so gives
       he his beloved sleep.

 3  Lo, children are God's heritage,
       the womb's fruit his reward.
 4  The sons of youth as arrows are,
       for strong men's hands prepared.

 5  O happy is the man that hath
       his quiver filled with those;
    They unashamed in the gate
       shall speak unto their foes.



 

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