Psalms 128

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Happy are all those who worship the Lord, everyone who follows his ways!

Lyksalig hver den, som frygter Herren, som gaar paa hans Veje!

2 You will eat what your own hands have produced. You will be happy and do well.

Thi du skal æde Frugten af dine Hænders Arbejde; lyksalig er du, og det gaar dig vel.

3 Your wife will be like a fruitful vine growing in your home. Your children will be like the shoots of an olive tree around your table.

Din Hustru er som et frugtbart Vintræ paa Siderne af dit Hus, dine Børn som Oliekviste omkring dit Bord.

4 This will certainly be the Lord's blessing on those who worship him.

Se, saaledes skal den Mand velsignes, som frygter Herren.

5 May the Lord go on blessing you from Zion; may you see Jerusalem prosper all the days of your life.

Herren skal velsigne dig fra Zion, og du skal se Jerusalems Lykke alle dit Livs Dage.

6 May you see your children's children. May Israel be at peace!

Og du skal se Børn af dine Børn! Fred være over Israel!