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Psalm 127:2 - 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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English Standard Version 2016

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 Tagairtí Cros  

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


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


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


That thy beloved may be delivered; Save with thy right hand, and hear me.


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


I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.


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


The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or much: but the abundance 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 the evil beasts to cease out of the land: and they shall dwell safely in the wilderness, and sleep in the woods.