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. Of David. I rejoiced when they said unto me, Let us go into the house of Jehovah.

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

Our feet shall stand within thy gates, O Jerusalem.

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

Jerusalem, which art built as a city that is compact together,

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

Whither the tribes go up, the tribes of Jah, a testimony to Israel, to give thanks unto the name of Jehovah.

5 Thi der står Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

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

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

Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: they shall prosper that love thee.

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

Peace be within thy bulwarks, prosperity within thy palaces.

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

For my brethren and companions' sakes I will say, Peace be within thee!

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

Because of the house of Jehovah our God I will seek thy good.