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, “Let us go to the house of Yahweh.”

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

Jerusalem, our feet are standing within your gates!

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

Jerusalem, built as a city carefully planned!

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

The tribes go up to Jerusalem—the tribes of Yahweh— as a testimony for Israel, to give thanks to the name of Yahweh.

5 Thi der staar Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

There thrones of judgment were set, thrones of the house of David.

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

Pray for the peace of Jerusalem! “May those who love you have peace.

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

May there be peace within the walls that defend you, and may they have peace within your fortresses.”

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

For the sake of my brothers and my friends I will say, “May there be peace within you.”

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

For the sake of the house of Yahweh our God, I will seek good for you.