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It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest,
eating the bread of anxious toil;
    for[a] he gives to his beloved sleep.

Lo, sons are a heritage from the Lord,
    the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
    are the sons of one’s youth.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 127:2 Another reading is so

In vain you rise early
    and stay up late,
toiling for food(A) to eat—
    for he grants sleep(B) to[a] those he loves.(C)

Children are a heritage from the Lord,
    offspring a reward(D) from him.
Like arrows(E) in the hands of a warrior
    are children born in one’s youth.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 127:2 Or eat— / for while they sleep he provides for