< Salme 122 >

1 Sang til Festrejserne. Af David. Jeg frydede mig, da de sagde til mig: »Vi drager til HERRENS Hus!«
A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. A psalm of David. I was so happy when they said to me, “Let's go the house of the Lord.”
2 Saa staar vore Fødder da i dine Porte, Jerusalem,
Now we're standing inside your gates, Jerusalem!
3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;
Jerusalem is built as a city where people can be together.
4 thi didop drager Stammerne, HERRENS Stammer: en Vedtægt for Israel om at prise HERRENS Navn.
All the tribes—the tribes of the Lord—go up there, following the command given to Israel to give thanks to the Lord.
5 Thi der staar Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.
This is where the thrones are placed, where judgment is given, the thrones of the house of David.
6 Bed om Jerusalems Fred! Ro finde de, der elsker dig!
Pray that Jerusalem may be at peace. May everyone who loves Jerusalem be kept safe.
7 Der raade Fred paa din Mur, Tryghed i dine Borge!
May there be peace within your walls, and safety within your fortresses.
8 For Brødres og Frænders Skyld vil jeg ønske dig Fred,
On behalf of my family and friends, I will now say, “May you be at peace.”
9 for HERREN vor Guds Hus's Skyld vil jeg søge dit Bedste.
On behalf of the house of the Lord our God, I pray that everything goes well for you.

< Salme 122 >