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Psalm 127:2 - Y'all Version Bible

2 It is vain for y’all to rise up early, to stay up late, eating the bread of toil, for ʜᴇ gives sleep to ʜɪꜱ loved ones.

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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. Yes, you will search, and will take your rest in safety.


I lie down and sleep. I awaken because YHWH sustains me.


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


So that your beloved may be delivered, save with your right hand, and answer us.


YHWH’s blessing brings wealth, and he adds no trouble to it.


I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and I see that all is emptiness and a chasing after wind.


There is one who is alone, and he has neither son nor brother. There is no end to all of his labor, neither are his eyes satisfied with wealth. “For whom then do I labor and deprive my soul of enjoyment?” This also is emptiness. Yes, it is a miserable business.


The sleep of a laborer is sweet, whether they eats little or much. But the abundance of the rich will not allow them to sleep.


All the labor of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled.


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


“‘I will make with them a covenant of peace, and will cause evil animals to cease out of the land. They will dwell securely in the wilderness and sleep in the woods.


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