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A song of ascents. Of Solomon.
  1Unless the Lord builds the house,
   the builders labor in vain.
  Unless the Lord watches over the city,
   the guards stand watch in vain.
  2In vain you rise early
   and stay up late,
  toiling for food to eat—
   for he grants sleep to those he loves.

  3Children are a heritage from the Lord,
   offspring a reward from him.
  4Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
   are children born in one’s youth.
  5Blessed is the man
   whose quiver is full of them.
  They will not be put to shame
   when they contend with their opponents in court.