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 degrees by David.” I was rejoiced when they said unto me, Unto the house of the Lord let us go.

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

Our feet are now standing within thy gates, O Jerusalem!

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

Jerusalem, which art built as a city wherein all associate together.

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

For thither go up the tribes of the Lord, as a testimony for Israel, to give thanks unto the name of the Lord.

5 Thi der staar Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

For there are placed chairs for [giving] judgment, the chairs for the house of David.—

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

Pray ye for the peace of Jerusalem; may those that love thee prosper.

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

May there be peace within thy walls, prosperity within thy palaces,

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

For the sake of my brethren and my friends, let me now speak, Peace be within thee.

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

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