< Salme 126 >

1 Sang til Festrejserne. Da HERREN hjemførte Zions Fanger, var vi som drømmende;
A Song of Degrees. When the Lord turned the captivity of Sion, we became as comforted ones.
2 da fyldtes vor Mund med Latter, vor Tunge med Frydesang; da hed det blandt Folkene: »HERREN har gjort store Ting imod dem!«
Then was our mouth filled with joy, and our tongue with exultation: then would they say among the Gentiles,
3 HERREN har gjort store Ting imod os, og vi blev glade.
The Lord has done great things among them. The Lord has done great things for us, we became joyful.
4 Vend, o Herre, vort Fangenskab, som Sydlandets Strømme!
Turn, O Lord, our captivity, as the steams in the south.
5 De, som saar med Graad, skal høste med Frydesang;
They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.
6 de gaar deres Gang med Graad, naar de udstrør Sæden, med Frydesang kommer de hjem, bærende deres Neg.
They went on and wept as they cast their seeds; but they shall surely come with exultation, bringing their sheaves [with them].

< Salme 126 >