- [A song of high degrees.]
- 1
- He is blessed whatsoeuer he be that feareth God: walking in his waies.
- 2
- For thou shalt eate the labours of thine handes: thou shalt be happy, and [all] shall go well with thee.
- 3
- Thy wyfe shalbe as a fruitfull vine: vpon the sides of thyne house.
Thy chyldren [shalbe] like oliue braunches: rounde about thy table.
- 4
- Beholde, for thus shall the man be blessed: that feareth God.
- 5
- God wyll blesse thee out of Sion: and thou shalt see Hierusalem in prosperitie all the dayes of thy lyfe.
- 6
- Yea thou shalt see thy chylders chyldren: and peace vpon Israel.
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