English poem
PSAL. CXXVIII. Second Meeter
by Anonymous
They blessed are the Lord that fear, that walk on in his way. For thou shalt feed on thy hands deed, thou happy art I say: Yea it shall be full well with thee, thy wife shall be like to A fruitful vine, that up by thine house sides doth flourishing grow.
Thy children round thy table found, as Olive branches are. 4 Behold thus he shall blessed be that doth Jehovah fear. From Sion hill Jehovah will a blessing give thee then; And thou shalt see prosperity upon Jerusalem.
Ev'n all the days that thy life stays Yea, thou shalt see in weal Thy children then with their children, and peace on Israel.