The Book of Psalms, Chapter 128, Verse 3

Turn again our captivity, O LORD, as the streams in the south.

They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.

He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves [with him].

A Song of degrees for Solomon. Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh [but] in vain.

[It is] vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: [for] so he giveth his beloved sleep.

Lo, children [are] an heritage of the LORD: [and] the fruit of the womb [is his] reward.

As arrows [are] in the hand of a mighty man; so [are] children of the youth.

Happy [is] the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.

A Song of degrees. Blessed [is] every one that feareth the LORD; that walketh in his ways.

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For thou shalt eat the labour of thine hands: happy [shalt] thou [be], and [it shall be] well with thee.

King James Version

Thy wife [shall be] as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house: thy children like olive plants round about thy table.

American Standard Version

Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine, In the innermost parts of thy house; Thy children like olive plants, Round about thy table.

New English Translation

Your wife will be like a fruitful vine in the inner rooms of your house; your children will be like olive branches, as they sit all around your table.

World English Bible

Your wife will be as a fruitful vine, in the innermost parts of your house; your children like olive plants, around your table.

Behold, that thus shall the man be blessed that feareth the LORD.

The LORD shall bless thee out of Zion: and thou shalt see the good of Jerusalem all the days of thy life.

Yea, thou shalt see thy children's children, [and] peace upon Israel.

A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.

The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.

The LORD [is] righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.

Let them be as the grass [upon] the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.