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127:1 [A song of degrees for Solomon.] Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vaine that build it: except the Lord keepe the citie, the watchman waketh but in vaine. Margin Note
127:2 It is vaine for you to rise vp early, to sit vp late, to eate the bread of sorrowes: for so hee giueth his beloued sleepe.  
127:3 Loe, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the wombe is his reward.  
127:4 As arrowes are in the hand of a mightie man: so are children of the youth.  
127:5 Happie is the man that hath his quiuer full of them, they shall not be ashamed: but they shall speake with the enemies in the gate. Margin Note