Psalm 128 (Beati omnes)

All happines shall thee betide,
That dost Jehova feare:
And walking in the pathes abide,
By him first troden were.
The labours of thy handes
Desired fruit shall beare.
And where thy dwelling stands
All blisse, all plenty there.

Thy wife a vine, a fruitfull vine
Shall in thy parlor spring:
Thy table compasse children thine
As olive plants in ring.
On thee I say, on thee,
That fear'st the heav'nly king,
Such happinesse shall be
He shall from Sion bring.

Yea, while to thee thy breath shall hold,
Though running longest race,
Thou Salem ever shalt behold
In wealth and wished case:
And childrens children view
While Jacobs dwelling place
Noe plagues of warre pursue,
But giftes of peace shall grace.