Psalms Chapit 127
New International Version
1 Psalm 127 A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the Lord builds the house, its builders labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain.
2 In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat— for he grants sleep to those he loves.
3 Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from him.
4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one’s youth.
5 Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate.
Vèsè Jou a
"Pawòl ou a tankou yon lanp k ap klere chemen m, yon limyè k ap klere devan m."
— Sòm 119:105
Wè vèsè konplè →Sove vèsè ou yo, rantre nan kongregasyon ou a
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