Psalms 128

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

A song of degrees. Blessed is euery one that feareth the Lord and walketh in his wayes.

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

When thou eatest the labours of thine hands, thou shalt be blessed, and it shall be well with thee.

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.

Thy wife shalbe as the fruitfull vine on the sides of thine house, and thy children like the oliue plantes round about thy table.

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

Lo, surely thus shall the man be blessed, that feareth the Lord.

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

The Lord out of Zion shall blesse thee, and thou shalt see the wealth of Ierusalem all the dayes of thy life.

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

Yea, thou shalt see thy childrens children, and peace vpon Israel.