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Psalm 127:2 - American Standard Version (1901)

2 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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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 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

2 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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Common English Bible

2 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

2 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

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

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English Standard Version 2016

2 It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep.

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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 Jehovah sustaineth me.


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


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


The blessing of Jehovah, 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 labor, neither are his eyes satisfied with riches. For whom then, saith he, do I labor, and deprive my soul of good? This also is vanity, yea, it is a sore travail.


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


All the labor 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.


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