Psalms 128

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

Yon chan pou monte vè tanp lan. A la beni se tout (sila) ki gen lakrent SENYÈ yo, ki mache nan chemen Li yo.

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

Lè ou manje nan fwi a men ou yo, ou va kontan e sa va ale byen pou ou.

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

Madanm ou ap tankou yon chan rezen ki bay anpil rezen lakay ou. Pitit ou yo va tankou plan bwa doliv ki antoure tab ou.

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

Gade byen, paske se konsa nonm ki krent SENYÈ a va beni.

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

Ke SENYÈ a beni ou depi nan Sion; ke ou wè pwosperite Jérusalem nan pandan tout jou lavi ou yo!

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

Wi, pou ou ka wè pitit a pitit ou yo! Ke lapè rete sou Israël!