Salme 122

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

A Song of the going up. Of David. I was glad because they said to me, We will go into the house of the Lord.

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

At last our feet were inside your doors, O Jerusalem.

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

O Jerusalem, you are like a town which is well joined together;

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

To which the tribes went up, even the tribes of the Lord, for a witness to Israel, to give praise to the name of the Lord.

5 Thi der staar Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

For there seats for the judges were placed, even the rulers' seats of the line of David.

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

O make prayers for the peace of Jerusalem; may they whose love is given to you do well.

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

May peace be inside your walls, and wealth in your noble houses.

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

Because of my brothers and friends, I will now say, Let peace be with you.

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

Because of the house of the Lord our God, I will be working for your good.