Psalms 128

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

Yon chan pou monte vè tanp lan. A la beni se tout (sila) ki gen lakrent SENYÈ yo, ki mache nan chemen Li yo.

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

Lè ou manje nan fwi a men ou yo, ou va kontan e sa va ale byen pou ou.

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.

Madanm ou ap tankou yon chan rezen ki bay anpil rezen lakay ou. Pitit ou yo va tankou plan bwa doliv ki antoure tab ou.

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

Gade byen, paske se konsa nonm ki krent SENYÈ a va beni.

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

Ke SENYÈ a beni ou depi nan Sion; ke ou wè pwosperite Jérusalem nan pandan tout jou lavi ou yo!

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

Wi, pou ou ka wè pitit a pitit ou yo! Ke lapè rete sou Israël!