Psalms 128

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

Blago svakome, koji se boji Gospoda, koji hodi putovima njegovijem!

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

Jer æe jesti od trudova ruku svojih. Blago tebi, i dobro ti je.

3 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.

Žena je tvoja kao rodna loza usred doma tvojega; sinovi tvoji kao grane maslinove oko stola tvojega.

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

Gle, tako æe biti blagosloven èovjek koji se boji Gospoda.

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

Blagosloviæe te Gospod sa Siona, i gledaæeš dobro Jerusalimsko u sve dane života svojega;

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

Vidjeæeš sinove u sinova svojih. Mir Izrailju!