Salme 122

1 (Sang til Festrejserne. Af David.) Jeg frydede mig, da de sagde til mig: "Vi drager til HERRENs Hus!"

A Song of the going up. Of David. I was glad because they said to me, We will go into the house of the Lord.

2 Så står vore Fødder da i dine Porte, Jerusalem,

At last our feet were inside your doors, O Jerusalem.

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

O Jerusalem, you are like a town which is well joined together;

4 thi did op drager Stammerne, HERRENs Stammer en Vedtægt for Israel om at prise HERRENs Navn.

To which the tribes went up, even the tribes of the Lord, for a witness to Israel, to give praise to the name of the Lord.

5 Thi der står Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

For there seats for the judges were placed, even the rulers' seats of the line of David.

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

O make prayers for the peace of Jerusalem; may they whose love is given to you do well.

7 Der råde Fred på din Mur, Tryghed i dine Borge!

May peace be inside your walls, and wealth in your noble houses.

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

Because of my brothers and friends, I will now say, Let peace be with you.

9 for Herren vor Guds hus's skyld vil jeg søge dit bedste.

Because of the house of the Lord our God, I will be working for your good.