| 1 ¶ A Song of degrees for1 Solomon. Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that2 build it: except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.
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| 2 It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
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| 3 Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.
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| 4 As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.
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| 5 Happy is the man that hath his3 quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak4 with the enemies in the gate.
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