Psalms 128

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

Ɔsoroforo dwom. Nhyira ne wɔn a wosuro Awurade, na wɔnantew nʼakwan so.

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

Wubedi wʼadwuma so aba; nhyira ne yiyedi bɛyɛ wo de.

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.

Wo yere bɛyɛ sɛ bobe a ɛsow aba wɔ wo fi; na wo mmabarima ayɛ sɛ ngodua a afifi atwa wo pon ho ahyia.

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

Yiw, sɛɛ ne nea wobehyira onipa a osuro Awurade no.

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

Awurade nhyira wo mfi Sion na ɔmma wunhu Yerusalem yiyeyɛ; wo nkwanna nyinaa.

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

Ɔmma wo ntena ase nhu wo mma mma. Asomdwoe nka Israel.