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Psalm 127 A song of ascents. Of Solomon. 1Unless the LORD builds the house,its builders labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain. 2In vain you rise early 3Sons are a heritage from the LORD, 4Like arrows in the hands of a warriorchildren a reward from him. are sons born in one's youth. 5Blessed is the man |
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