Psalms 128

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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