Psalms 128

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

A song of ascents. Happy all who fear the Lord, who walk in his ways.

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

You will eat what your hands have toiled for, and be happy and prosperous!

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.

Like a fruitful vine shall your wife be in the innermost room of your house: your children, like olive shoots, round about your table.

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

See! This is the blessing of the man who fears 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 shall bless you from Zion. You will see Jerusalem nourish all the days of your life.

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

You will see your children’s children. Peace upon Israel.