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 euery one that feareth the Lord and walketh in his wayes.

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

When thou eatest the labours of thine hands, thou shalt be blessed, 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 shalbe as the fruitfull vine on the sides of thine house, and thy children like the oliue plantes round about thy table.

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

Lo, surely thus shall the man be blessed, that feareth the Lord.

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

The Lord out of Zion shall blesse thee, and thou shalt see the wealth of Ierusalem all the dayes of thy life.

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

Yea, thou shalt see thy childrens children, and peace vpon Israel.