Unless Lord builds the house in vain is the labour of builders
Unless Lord guards the city in vain is the watchman’s awake
The early rise up is in vain for the people
In late sitting up there is nothing to take
To eat bread of sorrows is all what they’ll get
To those He loves is the sleep without threat
Behold cause the children are given by Lord
The fruit of the womb is delicious reward
Like arrows in warrior’s hand are the children of warrior’s youth
To have quiver full is the happiness sign. This is truth.
He’ll not be ashamed but will speak to his enemies guarding the gate.
It’s set.
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