23 August 2006

Psalm 127

1 - God’s Blessings in the Home
A Song of Ascents.
Of Solomon.

1 Unless the Lord builds the house,
those who build it labour in vain.
Unless the Lord guards the city,
the guard keeps watch in vain.

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

3 Sons are indeed a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward.

4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the sons of one’s youth.

5 Happy is the man who has
his quiver full of them.
He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate -

Do you remember the comfort I found in the Psaltery?

Tell her to know that she put her filthy hands on mine after you were killed filled me with outrage - for a time. She was ever a thief. Tell her I look a wonder in yellow now, my heart, my soul, my everything -

New York can have it, and their gossip!

Five and twenty one. Be thou now a wiser, my lord...

1 comment:

  1. Verses 4 & 5 are the ones given me by a missionary who'd been praying for us (though we did not even know her) when she gave me the phone number that led me to my children.


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