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A song of the Ascents. Of Shəlomah. Unless Yahuah builds a House, its builders labor in emptiness. Unless Yahuah guards a city, a guardian watches in emptiness.
2
It is empty for you to rise early, to delay sitting, eating bread of sorrows; so He gives sleep to His beloved.
3
See, sons are an Inheritance from Yahuah; fruit of the womb is a reward.
4
Like arrows in the hand of a mighty one, so are sons of youth.
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Blessed is the mighty one who fills his quiver with them. They are not ashamed when they speak with enemies in the gate.