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. David’s. I was glad, when they were saying unto me, Unto the house of Yahweh, let us go!

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

Standing are our feet, within thy gates, O Jerusalem!

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

Jerusalem! that hath been builded, A true city, all joined together as one:

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

Whither have come up the tribes, The tribes of Yah, A testimony to Israel, To give thanks unto the Name of Yahweh:

5 Thi der staar Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

For there are set—Thrones for justice, Thrones for the house David.

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

Ask ye for the peace of Jerusalem, They shall prosper, who love thee!

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

Peace be 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 friends, Oh, might I speak [saying], Peace be within thee!

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

For the sake of the house of Yahweh our God, will I seek blessing for thee.