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A song of ascents, of Solomon. 
 1 Unless Yahweh builds the house, 
they work uselessly, those who build it. 
Unless Yahweh guards the city, 
the watchman stands guard uselessly. 
 2 It is useless for you to rise up early, 
to come home late, 
or to eat the bread of hard work, 
for Yahweh provides for his beloved as they sleep. 
 3 See, children are a heritage from Yahweh, 
and the fruit of the womb is a reward from him. 
 4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, 
so are the children of one's youth. 
 5 How blessed is the man that has his quiver full of them. 
He will not be put to shame 
when he confronts his enemies in the gate.