Psalms 127
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1A song of ascents. Of Solomon.Unless GOD builds the house,its builders labor in vain on it;unless GOD watches over the city,the guard keeps vigil in vain.
2In vain do you rise earlyand stay up late,you who toil for the bread you eat;God’s loved ones are provided for while they sleep.
3Sons are the provision of GOD;the fruit of the womb, divine reward.
4Like arrows in the hand of a warriorare sons born to a man in his youth.
5Happy is the man who fills his quiver with them;they shall not be put to shamewhen they contend with the enemy in the gate.
WEBREATH · 11:11
«Let every thing that hath breath praise the LORD» — Psalm 150:6
Breath is one for all: everyone lives by it, whoever they are and whatever they believe. Every day at 11:11 local time people stop for sixty seconds, breathe, and thank GOD for the breath — each in their own words, each within themselves. In that minute we are One Breath.
WEBREATH — the Minute at 11:11, your own local time — we are One Breath