Salme 122

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

I rejoiced at the things that were said to me: We shall go into the house of the Lord.

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

Our feet were standing in thy courts, O Jerusalem.

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

Jerusalem, which is built as a city, which is compact together.

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

For thither did the tribes go up, the tribes of the Lord: the testimony of Israel, to praise the name of the Lord.

5 Thi der staar Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

Because their seats have sat in judgment, seats upon the house of David.

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

Pray ye for the things that are for the peace of Jerusalem: and abundance for them that love thee.

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

Let peace be in thy strength: and abundance in thy towers.

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

For the sake of my brethren, and of my neighbours, I spoke peace of thee.

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

Because of the house of the Lord our God, I have sought good things for thee.