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Psalm 127:2 - 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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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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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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Psalm 127:2
17 Tagairtí Cros  

And you will feel secure, because there is hope; you will look around and take your rest in security.


I lay down and slept; I woke again, for the Lord sustained me.


In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety.


That your beloved ones may be delivered, give salvation by your right hand and answer us!


The blessing of the Lord makes rich, and he adds no sorrow with it.


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


one person who has no other, either son or brother, yet there is no end to all his toil, and his eyes are never satisfied with riches, so that he never asks, “For whom am I toiling and depriving myself of pleasure?” This also is vanity and an unhappy business.


Sweet is the sleep of a laborer, whether he eats little or much, but the full stomach of the rich will not let him sleep.


All the toil of man is for his mouth, yet his appetite is not satisfied.


At this I awoke and looked, and my sleep was pleasant to me.


“I will make with them a covenant of peace and banish wild beasts from the land, so that they may dwell securely in the wilderness and sleep in the woods.


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