Psalms 128

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

A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. O the blessedness of everyone fearing YHWH, Who is walking in His ways.

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

You surely eat the labor of your hands, You [are] blessed, and good [is] to you.

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 [is] as a fruitful vine in the sides of your house, Your sons as olive plants around your table.

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

Behold, surely thus is the man blessed who is fearing YHWH.

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

YHWH blesses you out of Zion, Look, then, on the good of Jerusalem, All the days of your life,

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

And see the sons of your sons! Peace on Israel!