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 THE ASCENTS. O the blessedness of everyone fearing YHWH, Who is walking in His ways.

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

You surely eat the labor of your hands, You [are] blessed, and good [is] to you.

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.

Your wife [is] as a fruitful vine in the sides of your house, Your sons as olive plants around your table.

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

Behold, surely thus is the man blessed who is fearing YHWH.

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

YHWH blesses you out of Zion, Look, then, on the good of Jerusalem, All the days of your life,

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

And see the sons of your sons! Peace on Israel!