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. Of David. I was glad when they said to me, “We will go to the house of the Lord.”

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

Now we are standing, within your gates, O Jerusalem.

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

O Jerusalem, built close-packed, like a city without breach or gap,

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

to you do the tribes come, the tribes of the Lord, as the law has ordained for Israel, there to give thanks to the Lord.

5 Thi der staar Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

There once stood thrones of justice even thrones of the household of David.

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

Pray that all may be well with Jerusalem, and well with those who love you,

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

well within your ramparts, and well within your palaces.

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

For the sake of my brethren and friends, I will wish you now prosperity:

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

for the sake of the house of the Lord our God, I will seek your good.