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 ascents. Happy all who fear the Lord, who walk in his ways.

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

You will eat what your hands have toiled for, and be happy and prosperous!

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.

Like a fruitful vine shall your wife be in the innermost room of your house: your children, like olive shoots, round about your table.

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

See! This is the blessing of the man who fears 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 shall bless you from Zion. You will see Jerusalem nourish all the days of your life.

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

You will see your children’s children. Peace upon Israel.