Salme 122

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

A song of ascents. Of David. I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the LORD.”

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

Our feet are standing in your gates, O Jerusalem.

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

Jerusalem is built up as a city united together,

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

where the tribes go up, the tribes of the LORD, as a testimony for Israel, to give thanks to the name of the LORD.

5 Thi der staar Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

For there the thrones of judgment stand, the thrones of the house of David.

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

Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: “May those who love you prosper.

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

May there be peace within your walls, and prosperity inside your fortresses.”

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

For the sake of my brothers and friends, I will say, “Peace be within you.”

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

For the sake of the house of the LORD our God, I will seek your prosperity.