The Book of Psalms

A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. O the blessedness of everyone fearing YHWH, || Who is walking in His ways.

You surely eat the labor of your hands, || You [are] blessed, and good [is] to you.

Your wife [is] as a fruitful vine in the sides of your house, || Your sons as olive plants around your table.

Behold, surely thus is the man blessed who is fearing YHWH.

YHWH blesses you out of Zion, || Look, then, on the good of Jerusalem, || All the days of your life,

And see the sons of your sons! Peace on Israel!