Psalms 128

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

Ɔsorokorɔ dwom. Nhyira ne wɔn a wɔsuro Awurade, na wɔnante nʼakwan so.

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

Wobɛdi wʼadwuma so aba; nhyira ne yiedie bɛyɛ wo dea.

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 ɛso aba wɔ wo fie; na wo mmammarima ayɛ sɛ ngo dua a afifiri atwa wo ɛpono ho ahyia.

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

Yei ne onipa a wɔahyira noɔ, deɛ ɔsuro 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 mfiri Sion wo nkwa nna nyinaa; na ɔmma wo nhunu Yerusalem nkɔsoɔ,

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

na ɔmma wo ntena ase nhunu wo mma mma. Asomdwoeɛ nka Israel.