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 the LORD’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 is built as a city that is compact together,

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

where the tribes go up, even the LORD’s tribes, according to an ordinance for Israel, to give thanks to the LORD’s name.

5 Thi der staar Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

For there are set thrones for judgement, 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 the LORD our God, I will seek your good.