Psalms 128

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

“A song of the degrees.” Happy is every one that feareth the Lord, 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.

When thou eatest the labor of thy hands: [then] wilt thou be happy, 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 is [then] as a fruitful vine in the recesses 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, truly thus shall be blessed the man 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.

May the Lord bless thee out of Zion: and see thou the happiness of Jerusalem all the days of thy life.

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

And see thou thy children's children: may there be peace upon Israel.