Blessed are all they that feare the LORDE, & walke in his wayes.

For thou shalt eate the laboures of thine owne hondes: o well is the, happie art thou.

Thy wife shalbe as a frutefull vyne vpon the walles of thy house.

Thy children like the olyue braunches roude aboute yi table.

Lo, thus shal ye ma be blessed, yt feareth the LORDE.

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.