Psalms 127:5
O the happiness of the man Who hath filled his quiver with them, They are not ashamed, For they speak with enemies in the gate!
O the happiness of the man Who hath filled his quiver with them, They are not ashamed, For they speak with enemies in the gate!
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3Lo, an inheritance of Jehovah `are' sons, A reward `is' the fruit of the womb.
4As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So `are' the sons of the young men.
2The labour of thy hands thou surely eatest, Happy `art' thou, and good `is' to thee.
3Thy wife `is' as a fruitful vine in the sides of thy house, Thy sons as olive plants around thy table.
4Lo, surely thus is the man blessed who is fearing Jehovah.
5Jehovah doth bless thee out of Zion, Look, then, on the good of Jerusalem, All the days of thy life,
6And see the sons of thy sons! Peace on Israel!
8O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, O the happiness of him who repayeth to thee thy deed, That thou hast done to us.
9O the happiness of him who doth seize, And hath dashed thy sucklings on the rock!
13For He did strengthen the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy sons in thy midst.
16Its quiver `is' as an open sepulchre, All of them -- mighty ones.
12Because our sons `are' as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished -- the likeness of a palace,
13Our garners `are' full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
15O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God `is' Jehovah!
24The father of the righteous rejoiceth greatly, The begetter of the wise rejoiceth in him.
25Rejoice doth thy father and thy mother, Yea, she that bare thee is joyful.
6Sons' sons `are' the crown of old men, And the glory of sons `are' their fathers.
4Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer.
14From men, Thy hand, O Jehovah, From men of the world, their portion `is' in life, And `with' Thy hidden things Thou fillest their belly, They are satisfied `with' sons; And have left their abundance to their sucklings.
2Mighty in the earth is his seed, The generation of the upright is blessed.
4O the happiness of those inhabiting Thy house, Yet do they praise Thee. Selah.
5O the happiness of a man whose strength is in Thee, Highways `are' in their heart.
9Causing the barren one of the house to sit, A joyful mother of sons; praise ye Jah!
12He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.
13He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.
14If his sons multiply -- for them `is' a sword. And his offspring `are' not satisfied `with' bread.
5Thine arrows `are' sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.
12For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.
5The satiated for bread hired themselves, And the hungry have ceased. While the barren hath borne seven, And she abounding with sons hath languished.
4`Blessed `is' the fruit of thy womb, and the fruit of thy ground, and the fruit of thy cattle, increase of thine oxen, and wealth of thy flock.
5`Blessed `is' thy basket and thy kneading-trough.
11By the voice of shouters Between the places of drawing water, There they give out righteous acts of Jehovah, Righteous acts of His villages in Israel, Then ruled in the gates have the people of Jehovah.
28Her sons have risen up, and pronounce her happy, Her husband, and he praiseth her,
19They are not ashamed in a time of evil, And in days of famine they are satisfied.
4Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
7And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,
2From the mouths of infants and sucklings Thou hast founded strength, Because of Thine adversaries, To still an enemy and a self-avenger.
15They are brought with joy and gladness, They come into the palace of the king.
6Whoso goeth on and weepeth, Bearing the basket of seed, Surely cometh in with singing, bearing his sheaves!
26In the fear of Jehovah `is' strong confidence, And to His sons there is a refuge.
11Be wise, my son, and rejoice my heart. And I return my reproacher a word.
23Against him rattle doth quiver, The flame of a spear, and a halbert.
7The righteous is walking habitually in his integrity, O the happiness of his sons after him!
14Jehovah addeth to you, to you, and to your sons.
32And now, ye sons, hearken to me, Yea, happy are they who keep my ways.
15Their sword doth enter into their own heart, And their bows are shivered.
7They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.
55against giving to one of them of the flesh of his sons whom he eateth, because he hath nothing left to him, in the siege, and in the straitness with which thine enemy doth straiten thee in all thy gates.
8Their seed is established, Before their face with them, And their offspring before their eyes.
5O the happiness of him Who hath the God of Jacob for his help, His hope `is' on Jehovah his God,