詩篇 (しへん) 128
128
Blessed are all they that feare the LORDE, & walke in his wayes.
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For thou shalt eate the laboures of thine owne hondes: o well is the, happie art thou.
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Thy wife shalbe as a frutefull vyne vpon the walles of thy house.
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Thy children like the olyue braunches roude aboute yi table.
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Lo, thus shal ye ma be blessed, yt feareth the LORDE.
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The LORDE shal so blesse the out of Sion, that thou shalt se Ierusale in prosperite all thy life longe. Yee that thou shalt se thy childers childre, & peace vpo Israel.