Salme 122

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

[A Song of Ascents. By David.] I was glad when they said to me, "Let's go to Jehovah's house."

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

Our feet are standing within your gates, Jerusalem;

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

Jerusalem, that is built as a city that is joined together;

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

where the tribes go up, even the tribes of JAH, according to an ordinance for Israel, to give thanks to the name of Jehovah.

5 Thi der staar Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

For there are set thrones for judgment, the thrones of David's house.

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

Pray for the peace of Jerusalem. Those who love you will prosper.

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

Peace be within your walls, and prosperity within your palaces.

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

For my brothers' and companions' sakes, I will now say, "Peace be within you."

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

For the sake of the house of Jehovah our God, I will seek your good.