Psalm 127

This reminds me of a stylized Family Tree, which seemed a suitable illustration for my latest posting of Psalm 128, but I couldn’t quite figure out how to add the clip art from Word when I was editing the post, so . . . Here you have Psalm 127 from the Scottish Metrical Psalter, instead. I think the family tree idea is still suitable (see verses 3 – 5):

1 Except the Lord do build the house, the builders lose their pain:
Except the Lord the city keep, the watchmen watch in vain.
2 ‘Tis vain for you to rise betimes, or late from rest to keep,
To feed on sorrows’ bread; so gives he his beloved sleep.
3 Lo, children are God’s heritage, the womb’s fruit his reward.
4 The sons of youth as arrows are, for strong men’s hands prepar’d.
5 O happy is the man that hath his quiver fill’d with those;
They unashamed in the gate shall speak unto their foes.

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