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. How happy is every one that revereth Yahweh, who walketh in his ways!

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

The labour of thine own hands, surely thou shalt eat. How happy thou, and well for thine!

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, like a fruitful vine, within the recesses of thy house, —Thy children, like plantings of olive-trees, round about thy table.

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

Lo! thus, shall be blessed the man who revereth Yahweh.

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

Yahweh will bless thee, out of Zion, —and behold thou the welfare of Jerusalem, all the days of thy life!

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

And behold thou thy children’s children, —Prosperity on Israel!