Salme 122

1 Sang til Festrejserne. Af David. Jeg frydede mig, da de sagde til mig: »Vi drager til HERRENS Hus!«

I was glad when they said to me, Let us go to the house of Jehovah.

2 Saa staar vore Fødder da i dine Porte, Jerusalem,

Our feet are standing inside thy gates, O Jerusalem.

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

Jerusalem, that is built as a city that is compact together,

4 thi didop drager Stammerne, HERRENS Stammer: en Vedtægt for Israel om at prise HERRENS Navn.

where the tribes go up, even the tribes of Jehovah, for an ordinance for Israel, to give thanks to the name of Jehovah.

5 Thi der staar Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

For there thrones are set for judgment, the thrones of the house of David.

6 Bed om Jerusalems Fred! Ro finde de, der elsker dig!

Pray for the peace of Jerusalem. They shall prosper who love thee.

7 Der raade Fred paa din Mur, Tryghed i dine Borge!

Peace be within thy walls, and prosperity within thy palaces.

8 For Brødres og Frænders Skyld vil jeg ønske dig Fred,

For my brothers and companions' sakes I will now say, Peace be within thee.

9 for HERREN vor Guds Hus's Skyld vil jeg søge dit Bedste.

For the sake of the house of Jehovah our God I will seek thy good.