Psalms 128

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

The song of greces. Blessid ben alle men, that dreden the Lord; that gon in hise weies.

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

For thou schalt ete the trauels of thin hondis; thou art blessid, and it schal be wel to 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.

Thi wijf as a plenteous vyne; in the sidis of thin hous. Thi sones as the newe sprenges of olyue trees; in the cumpas of thi bord.

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

Lo! so a man schal be blessid; that dredith 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 blesse thee fro Syon; and se thou the goodis of Jerusalem in alle the daies of thi lijf.

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

And se thou the sones of thi sones; se thou pees on Israel.