Ψαλμοί 128

1 ᾠδὴ τῶν ἀναβαθμῶν μακάριοι πάντες οἱ φοβούμενοι τὸν κύριον οἱ πορευόμενοι ἐν ταῖς ὁδοῖς αὐτοῦ

A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Happy are all those who worship the Lord, everyone who follows his ways!

2 τοὺς πόνους τῶν καρπῶν σου φάγεσαι μακάριος εἶ καὶ καλῶς σοι ἔσται

You will eat what your own hands have produced. You will be happy and do well.

3 ἡ γυνή σου ὡς ἄμπελος εὐθηνοῦσα ἐν τοῖς κλίτεσι τῆς οἰκίας σου οἱ υἱοί σου ὡς νεόφυτα ἐλαιῶν κύκλῳ τῆς τραπέζης σου

Your wife will be like a fruitful vine growing in your home. Your children will be like the shoots of an olive tree around your table.

4 ἰδοὺ οὕτως εὐλογηθήσεται ἄνθρωπος ὁ φοβούμενος τὸν κύριον

This will certainly be the Lord's blessing on those who worship him.

5 εὐλογήσαι σε κύριος ἐκ Σιων καὶ ἴδοις τὰ ἀγαθὰ Ιερουσαλημ πάσας τὰς ἡμέρας τῆς ζωῆς σου

May the Lord go on blessing you from Zion; may you see Jerusalem prosper all the days of your life.

6 καὶ ἴδοις υἱοὺς τῶν υἱῶν σου εἰρήνη ἐπὶ τὸν Ισραηλ

May you see your children's children. May Israel be at peace!