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. Blessed is every one that feareth the LORD, that walketh in his ways.

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

For thou shalt eat the labour of thine hands: happy shalt thou be, 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 shall be as a fruitful vine, in the innermost parts of thine house: thy children like olive plants, round about thy table.

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

Behold, that 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 shall bless thee out of Zion: and thou shalt see the good of Jerusalem all the days of thy life.

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

Yea, thou shalt see thy children’s children. Peace be upon Israel.