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Psalm 127:2 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

It is vain for you that ye rise up early, and so late take rest, And eat the bread of toil: For so he giveth unto his beloved sleep.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: For so he giveth his beloved sleep.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

It is vain for you to rise up early, to take rest late, to eat the bread of [anxious] toil–for He gives [blessings] to His beloved in sleep.

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American Standard Version (1901)

It is vain for you to rise up early, To take rest late, To eat the bread of toil; For so he giveth unto his beloved sleep.

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Common English Bible

It is pointless that you get up early and stay up late, eating the bread of hard labor because God gives sleep to those he loves.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

For you will eat by the labors of your hands. Blessed are you, and it will be well with you.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

For thou shalt eat the labours of thy hands: blessed art thou, and it shall be well with thee.

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Psalm 127:2
17 Cross References  

And thou shalt be secure, because there is hope; Yea, thou shalt search about thee, and shalt take thy rest in safety.


I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustaineth me.


In peace will I both lay me down and sleep: For thou, LORD, alone makest me dwell in safety.


That thy beloved may be delivered, Save with thy right hand, and answer us.


The blessing of the LORD, it maketh rich, And he addeth no sorrow therewith.


I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and a striving after wind.


There is one that is alone, and he hath not a second; yea, he hath neither son nor brother; yet is there no end of all his labour, neither are his eyes satisfied with riches. For whom then, saith he, do I labour, and deprive my soul of good? This also is vanity, yea, it is a sore travail.


The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or much: but the fulness of the rich will not suffer him to sleep.


All the labour of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled.


Upon this I awaked, and beheld; and my sleep was sweet unto me.


And I will make with them a covenant of peace, and will cause evil beasts to cease out of the land: and they shall dwell securely in the wilderness, and sleep in the woods.