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A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. O the blessedness of everyone fearing YHWH, || Who is walking in His ways. You surely eat the labor of your hands, || You [are] blessed, and good [is] to you. Your wife [is] as a fruitful vine in the sides of your house, || Your sons as olive plants around your table. Behold, surely thus is the man blessed who is fearing YHWH. YHWH blesses you out of Zion, || Look, then, on the good of Jerusalem, || All the days of your life, And see the sons of your sons! Peace on Israel!