Psalms 128

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

He waiata; he pikitanga. Ka hari nga tangata katoa e wehi ana i a Ihowa: e haere ana i ana ara.

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

E kai hoki koe i te mahinga a ou ringa: e hari koe, a ka tau te pai ki a koe.

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.

E rite tau wahine ki te waina hua, i roto rawa i tou whare: au tamariki ki nga mahuri oriwa, i nga taha o tau tepu.

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

Na he pera te manaaki mo te tangata e wehi ana i a Ihowa.

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

Ka Manaakitia koe e Ihowa i Hiona; a e kite koe i te pai o Hiruharama i nga ra katoa e ora ai koe.

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

Ae, e kite koe i nga tamariki a au tamariki. Kia mau te rongo ki a Iharaira.