Psalms 128

1 A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. O the blessedness of everyone fearing YHWH, Who is walking in His ways.

The song of greces. Blessid ben alle men, that dreden the Lord; that gon in hise weies.

2 You surely eat the labor of your hands, You [are] blessed, and good [is] to you.

For thou schalt ete the trauels of thin hondis; thou art blessid, and it schal be wel to thee.

3 Your wife [is] as a fruitful vine in the sides of your house, Your sons as olive plants around your table.

Thi wijf as a plenteous vyne; in the sidis of thin hous. Thi sones as the newe sprenges of olyue trees; in the cumpas of thi bord.

4 Behold, surely thus is the man blessed who is fearing YHWH.

Lo! so a man schal be blessid; that dredith the Lord.

5 YHWH blesses you out of Zion, Look, then, on the good of Jerusalem, All the days of your life,

The Lord blesse thee fro Syon; and se thou the goodis of Jerusalem in alle the daies of thi lijf.

6 And see the sons of your sons! Peace on Israel!

And se thou the sones of thi sones; se thou pees on Israel.