Psalms 128

1 A Song of Ascents. How happy is every one that revereth Yahweh, who walketh in his ways!

Mɔzɔha. Woayra ame siwo vɔ̃a Yehowa, ame siwo zɔna le eƒe mɔwo dzi.

2 The labour of thine own hands, surely thou shalt eat. How happy thou, and well for thine!

Àɖu wò ŋutɔ wò dɔwɔwɔ ƒe kutsetse, eye yayra kple dzidzedze anye tɔwò gome.

3 Thy wife, like a fruitful vine, within the recesses of thy house, —Thy children, like plantings of olive-trees, round about thy table.

Srɔ̃wò anɔ abe wainka si tse kplanyaa la ene anɔ aƒewò me; viwò ŋutsuwo anɔ abe amitiɖɔmi ene le wò kplɔ̃ ŋu godoo.

4 Lo! thus, shall be blessed the man who revereth Yahweh.

Kpɔ ɖa, aleae woyraa ŋutsu si vɔ̃a Yehowa lae.

5 Yahweh will bless thee, out of Zion, —and behold thou the welfare of Jerusalem, all the days of thy life!

Yehowa neyra wò tso Zion le wò agbemeŋkekewo katã me, eye àkpɔ Yerusalem ƒe dzidzedze.

6 And behold thou thy children’s children, —Prosperity on Israel!

Ànɔ agbe akpɔ viwòwo ƒe viwo. Ŋutifafa nenɔ Israel dzi.