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 ASCENTS. BY DAVID. I have rejoiced in those saying to me, “We go to the house of YHWH.”

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

Our feet have been standing in your gates, O Jerusalem!

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

Jerusalem—the built one—[Is] as a city that is joined to itself together.

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

For there tribes have gone up, Tribes of YAH, companies of Israel, To give thanks to the Name of YHWH.

5 Thi der staar Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

For there thrones of judgment have sat, Thrones of the house of David.

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

Ask [for] the peace of Jerusalem, Those loving you are at rest.

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

Peace is in your bulwark, rest in your high places,

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

For the sake of my brothers and my companions, Please let me speak, “Peace [be] in you.”

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

For the sake of the house of our God YHWH, I seek good for you!