Psalms 128

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

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

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

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

3 Thy wife, like a fruitful vine, within the recesses of thy house, —Thy children, like plantings of olive-trees, round about thy 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 Lo! thus, shall be blessed the man who revereth Yahweh.

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

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

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

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

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