Psalms 128

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

Svētku dziesma. Svētīgs ikviens, kas To Kungu bīstas un staigā viņa ceļos.

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

Tu mitināsies no savu roku darba; svētīgs tu esi, tev labi klājās.

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.

Tava sieva būs kā auglīgs vīna koks ap tavu namu, tavi bērni kā eļļas zari ap tavu galdu.

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

Redzi, tā ir svētīts tas vīrs, kas To Kungu bīstas.

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

Tas Kungs lai tevi svētī no Ciānas, ka tu redzi Jeruzālemes labumu visas savas mūža dienas,

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

Un redzi savu bērnu bērnus: Miers lai ir pār Israēli.