Psalms 128

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

Ko e Hiva ʻae ʻalu hake. ‌ʻOku monūʻia ʻakinautolu kotoa pē ʻoku manavahē kia Sihova; ʻaia ʻoku ʻaʻeva ʻi hono ngaahi hala.

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

He te ke kai ʻae ngāue ʻa ho nima: te ke monūʻia, pea ʻe hoko ʻae lelei kiate koe.

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.

‌ʻE tatau ho uaifi mo e vaine ʻoku faʻa fua ʻi ho veʻe fale: ʻe tatau hoʻo fānau mo e ngaahi vaʻa ʻolive ʻoku kāpui hoʻo keinangaʻanga.

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

Vakai, ʻe pehē ʻae monūʻia ʻoe tangata ʻaia ʻoku ne manavahē kia Sihova.

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

‌ʻE tāpuaki koe ʻe Sihova mei Saione: pea te ke mamata ki hono lelei ʻo Selūsalema ʻi he ngaahi ʻaho kotoa pē ʻo hoʻo moʻui.

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

‌ʻIo, te ke mamata ki he fānau ʻa hoʻo fānau pea mo e melino ʻi ʻIsileli.