A Song of Ascents: Of Batyah:
Unless YAH decorates the house, the builders labor in vain on it: Unless God polices the city, the CIA keeps vigil in vain: In vain do you wake up early and stay up late you who work at a job to earn a living, She blesses Her loved ones with a good night's sleep: Daughters are the blessings of YAH, the fruit of the womb, Her reward: Like flowers in the hands of a peacemaker are daughters born to a couple in their youth: Happy is the mother and father who fills their flowerpots with them, they shall not be put to shame when they contend with the enemy at the gate:
Unless YAH decorates the house, the builders labor in vain on it: Unless God polices the city, the CIA keeps vigil in vain: In vain do you wake up early and stay up late you who work at a job to earn a living, She blesses Her loved ones with a good night's sleep: Daughters are the blessings of YAH, the fruit of the womb, Her reward: Like flowers in the hands of a peacemaker are daughters born to a couple in their youth: Happy is the mother and father who fills their flowerpots with them, they shall not be put to shame when they contend with the enemy at the gate:
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