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Psalm 127:2 - 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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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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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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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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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 Tagairtí Cros  

And, when hope has been set before you, you will have faith, and, when buried, you will sleep secure.


I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain.


By the fruit of their grain, wine, and oil, they have been multiplied.


I will dwell in your tabernacle forever. I will be protected under the cover of your wings.


The blessing of the Lord causes riches. Affliction will not be a companion to them.


I have seen all that is done under the sun, and behold: all is emptiness and an affliction of the spirit.


He is one, and he does not have a second: no son, no brother. And yet he does not cease to labor, nor are his eyes satisfied with wealth, nor does he reflect, saying: "For whom do I labor and cheat my soul of good things?" In this, too, is emptiness and a most burdensome affliction.


There is even another most burdensome infirmity, which I have seen under the sun: wealth kept to the harm of the owner.


Every labor of man is for his mouth, but his soul will not be filled.


Over this, I was awakened, as if from a deep sleep. And I saw, and my sleep became sweet to me.


And I will make a covenant of peace with them. And I will cause the very harmful beasts to cease from the land. And those who are living in the desert will sleep securely in the forests.


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