< 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 the LORD.”
2 Så står vore Fødder da i dine Porte, Jerusalem,
Our feet are standing in your gates, O Jerusalem.
3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;
Jerusalem is built up as a city united together,
4 thi did op drager Stammerne, HERRENs Stammer en Vedtægt for Israel om at prise HERRENs Navn.
where the tribes go up, the tribes of the LORD, as a testimony for Israel, to give thanks to the name of the LORD.
5 Thi der står Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.
For there the thrones of judgment stand, the 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 prosper.
7 Der råde Fred på din Mur, Tryghed i dine Borge!
May there be peace within your walls, and prosperity inside your fortresses.”
8 For Brødres og Frænders Skyld vil jeg ønske dig Fred,
For the sake of my brothers and friends, I will 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 prosperity.

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