< 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 your 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 there the tribes went 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 are set thrones for judgement, [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 you.
7 Der råde Fred på din Mur, Tryghed i dine Borge!
Let peace, I pray, be within your host, and prosperity in your 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 you.
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 your good.

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