Папулярныя біблейскія вершы з Psalms 127

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Unless the LORD builds the house, they labor in vain who build it. Unless the LORD guards the city, the watchman stays awake in vain.

Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one’s youth.