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A Song of degrees for Solomon.
1 If God build not the house, vainly who build it do take pain: except the Lord the city keep, the watchman wakes in vain. 2 It’s vain for you early to rise, watch late, to feed upon the bread of grief: so he gives sleep to his beloved one.
3 Lo, the womb’s fruit it’s God’s reward: sons are his heritage. 4 As arrows in a strong man’s hand, are sons of youthful age. 5 O blessed is the man which hath his quiver fill’d with those: they shall not be asham’d, i’th gate when they speak with their foes.