A song of high degrees. He is blessed whatsoeuer he be that feareth God: walking in his waies.

For thou shalt eate the labours of thine handes: thou shalt be happy, and all shall go well with thee.

Thy wyfe shalbe as a fruitfull vine: vpon the sides of thyne house. Thy chyldren shalbe like oliue braunches: rounde about thy table.

Beholde, for thus shall the man be blessed: that feareth God.

God wyll blesse thee out of Sion: and thou shalt see Hierusalem in prosperitie all the dayes of thy lyfe.

Yea thou shalt see thy chylders chyldren: and peace vpon Israel.