A Ma῾alot Poem. Happy is everyone who fears the Lord; who walks in his ways.

A song of ascents. Happy all who fear the L rd, who walk in His ways.

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

When you eat the toil of your hands, fortunate are you [(in this world)], and it is good unto you [(in the world to come)].

Thy wife shall be like a fruitful vine in the recesses of thy house: thy children like olive plants round about thy table.

Your wife [will be] like a fruitful vine in the recesses of your house [(modesty being preserved in marital relations)]; your sons, like olive shoots [(pure, "ungrafted,")] around your table.

Behold, thus shall the man be blessed who fears the Lord.

Behold, thus will be blessed the man who fears the L rd.

The Lord shall bless thee out of Żiyyon: and thou shalt see the good of Yerushalayim all the days of thy life.

The L rd will bless you from Zion [(the gate of heaven and a source of fruitfulness, viz. I Kings 4:20)], and you will see the goodness of Jerusalem [and rejoice in all of the good] all the days of your life.

And thou shalt see thy children’s children, and peace upon Yisra᾽el.

And you will see children unto your children, [and there will be] peace upon Israel [(levirate linkage [and attendant disputes over inheritance] not obtaining in such an instance)].