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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.[a](A)

Sons are indeed a heritage from the Lord,
    the fruit of the womb a reward.(B)
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
    are the sons of one’s youth.

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  1. 127.2 Or for he provides for his beloved during sleep