²⁰ Your strength will be spent in vain,^(A) because your soil will not yield its crops, nor will the trees of your land yield their fruit.^(B)

Psalm 127

A song of ascents. Of Solomon.

¹⁷ Then the Lord’s anger^(A) will burn against you, and he will shut up^(B) the heavens so that it will not rain and the ground will yield no produce,^(C) and you will soon perish^(D) from the good land the Lord is giving you.

⁴ I will send you rain^(A) in its season,^(B) and the ground will yield its crops and the trees their fruit.^(C)

¹¹ I fear for you, that somehow I have wasted my efforts on you.^(A)

⁶ I planted the seed,^(A) Apollos watered it, but God has been making it grow.

¹⁶ When anyone came to a heap^(A) of twenty measures, there were only ten. When anyone went to a wine vat^(B) to draw fifty measures, there were only twenty.^(C)