If the Lord does not build the house,
It is useless for to repair;
When you do not have a spouse,
If you are not willing to share.
If the Lord does not guard a city,
Then useless for a guard to stay;
Since it would be such a pity,
With the guard on going astray.
It is useless for working hard.
For all of the food that you eat;
If fried and it does become charred,
Or while grilling of the meat.
When you get up very early,
After going to bed quite late;
Will be finding themselves merely,
Taking a shortcut to their fate.
The Lord will see that you are fed,
For the ones who get enough sleep;
The Lord loves those who go to bed,
Like a shepherd watching His sheep.
Children are an inheritance,
Truly as a gift from the Lord;
With a continued existence,
Fruit of the womb as His reward.
Children are born to a woman,
While she is still very young;
Having a daughter or a son,
Like a new song that has been sung.
Blessings to the man, who has filled,
His bequest in them to proclaim;
Spoken to others at his guild,
As He never puts them to shame.
Happy are those who will quiver,
If they put anyone to shame;
No comfort to those who shiver,
After having disgraced their name.
C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
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