Old Testament · Poetry and wisdom
Psalms chapter 127
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Unless the ,
the builders exhaust themselves for nothing.
Unless Yahweh the city,
the watchman for nothing.It’s to rise before dawn
and fall into bed late,
eating the bread of —
for he gives to , even while they sleep.Children are a from Yahweh,
the , his .Like in the hand of a
are the . the one
whose is full of them.
They will not be
when they face their .