Psalms 128

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

“A psalm of the steps, or the goings up.” Happy is he who feareth the LORD, Who walketh in his ways!

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

Thou shalt eat the labor 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 like a fruitful vine within thy house; Thy children like olive-branches round about thy table.

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

Behold! thus happy is the man who feareth the LORD!

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

Jehovah shall bless thee out of Zion, And thou shalt see the prosperity of Jerusalem all the days of thy life;

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

Yea, thou shalt see thy children's children. Peace be to Israel!