Psalms 128

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

A song of ascents. Blessed are all who fear the LORD, who walk in His ways!

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

For when you eat the fruit of your labor, blessings and prosperity will be yours.

3 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.

Your wife will be like a fruitful vine flourishing within your house, your sons like olive shoots sitting around your table.

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

In this way indeed shall blessing come to the man who fears the LORD.

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

May the LORD bless you from Zion, that you may see the prosperity of Jerusalem all the days of your life,

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

that you may see your children’s children. Peace be upon Israel!