Salme 122

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

A Song of Degrees. I was glad when they said to me, Let us go into the house of the Lord.

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

Our feet stood in thy courts, O Jerusalem.

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

Jerusalem is built as a city whose fellowship is complete.

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

For thither the tribes went up, the tribes of the Lord, as a testimony for Israel, to give thanks unto the name of the Lord.

5 Thi der står Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

For there are set thrones for judgment, [even] thrones for the house of David.

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

Pray now for the peace of Jerusalem: and [let there be] prosperity to them that love thee.

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

Let peace, I pray, be within thine host, and prosperity in thy palaces.

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

For the sake of my brethren and my neighbours, I have indeed spoken peace concerning thee.

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

Because of the house of the Lord our God, I have diligently sought thy good.