Psalms 128

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

A Song of degrees. Blessed is every one that feareth Jehovah, that walketh in his ways.

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

For thou shalt eat the labour of thy hands; happy shalt thou be, and it shall be well with thee.

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.

Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine in the inner part of thy house; thy children like olive-plants round about thy table.

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

Behold, thus shall the man be blessed that feareth Jehovah.

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

Jehovah will bless thee out of Zion; and mayest thou see the good of Jerusalem all the days of thy life,

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

And see thy children's children. Peace be upon Israel!