A songשִׁירof the ascents.הַמַּעֲלוֹתHappy isאַשְׁרֵיeveryoneכָּלwho fearsיְרֵאYHWH,יְהוָהwho walksהַהֹלֵךְin his ways.בִּדְרָכָיו
The laborיְגִיעַof your hands,כַּפֶּיךָwhenכִּיyou eat it,תֹאכֵלhappy are you,אַשְׁרֶיךָand it will be goodוְטוֹבfor you.לָךְ
Your wifeאֶשְׁתְּךָwill be like a fruitfulכְּ פֹּרִיָּהvineגֶפֶןin the inner partsבְּיַרְכְּתֵיof your house;בֵיתֶךָyour childrenבָּנֶיךָlike shootsכִּשְׁתִלֵיof olive treesזֵיתִיםaroundסָבִיבyour table.לְשֻׁלְחָנֶךָ
Look,הִנֵּהthusכִי כֵןwill be blessedיְבֹרַךְthe manגָּבֶרwho fearsיְרֵאYHWH.יְהוָה
May YHWHיְהוָהbless youיְבָרֶכְךָfrom Zion,מִצִּיּוֹןand seeוּרְאֵהthe goodבְּטוּבof Jerusalemיְרוּשָׁלִָםallכֹּלthe daysיְמֵיof your life;חַיֶּיךָ
and seeוּרְאֵהthe childrenבָנִיםof your children.לְבָנֶיךָPeace beשָׁלוֹםuponעַלIsrael.יִשְׂרָאֵל