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

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

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

4 Thy children like the olyue braunches roude aboute yi table.

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

6 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.