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Psalm 127:2 - New International Version (Anglicised)

2 In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat – for he grants sleep to those he loves.

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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  

You will be secure, because there is hope; you will look about you and take your rest in safety.


I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the Lord sustains me.


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


Save us and help us with your right hand, that those you love may be delivered.


The blessing of the Lord brings wealth, without painful toil for it.


I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.


there was a man all alone; he had neither son nor brother. There was no end to his toil, yet his eyes were not content with his wealth. ‘For whom am I toiling,’ he asked, ‘and why am I depriving myself of enjoyment?’ This too is meaningless – a miserable business!


The sleep of a labourer is sweet, whether they eat little or much, but as for the rich, their abundance permits them no sleep.


Everyone’s toil is for their mouth, yet their appetite is never satisfied.


At this I awoke and looked around. My sleep had been pleasant to me.


‘ “I will make a covenant of peace with them and rid the land of savage beasts so that they may live in the wilderness and sleep in the forests in safety.


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