Psalms 128

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

Rwiyo rworwendo. Vakaropafadzwa vose vanotya Jehovha, vanofamba munzira dzake.

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

Uchadya chibereko chokushanda kwako; maropafadzo nokubudirira zvichava zvako.

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.

Mukadzi wako achava somuzambiringa unobereka, pakati peimba yako; vanakomana vako vachaita samabukira omuorivhi, vakakomberedza tafura yako.

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

Ndizvo zvakaita munhu akaropafadzwa, anotya Jehovha.

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

Jehovha ngaakuropafadzei kubva kuZioni, mazuva ose oupenyu hwenyu; muone henyu kubudirira kweJerusarema,

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

uye murarame kuti muone vana vavana venyu. Rugare ngaruve pana Israeri.