Psalms 128

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

Thaburi ya Agendi Kũrathimwo nĩ mũndũ o wothe wĩtigĩrĩte Jehova, o ũcio ũgeragĩra njĩra ciake.

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

Nĩũkarĩĩaga maciaro ma wĩra waku; irathimo na kũgaacĩra nĩigatuĩka ciaku.

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.

Mũtumia waku egũtuĩka ta mũthabibũ ũrĩa ũciaraga mũno arĩ kũu nyũmba-inĩ yaku thĩinĩ; ciana ciaku ituĩke ta thuuna cia mũtamaiyũ ithiũrũrũkĩirie metha yaku.

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

Ũguo nĩguo mũndũ arĩrathimagwo, ũrĩa wĩtigĩrĩte Jehova.

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

Jehova arokũrathimaga arĩ Zayuni matukũ mothe ma muoyo waku; ũroona kũgaacĩra kwa Jerusalemu,

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

na ũtũũre muoyo, ũkoona ciana cia ciana ciaku. Thayũ ũrogĩa Isiraeli.