Salme 122

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

I rejoiced at the things that were said to me: We shall go into the house of the Lord.

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

Our feet were standing in thy courts, O Jerusalem.

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

Jerusalem, which is built as a city, which is compact together.

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

For thither did the tribes go up, the tribes of the Lord: the testimony of Israel, to praise the name of the Lord.

5 Thi der står Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

Because their seats have sat in judgment, seats upon the house of David.

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

Pray ye for the things that are for the peace of Jerusalem: and abundance for them that love thee.

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

Let peace be in thy strength: and abundance in thy towers.

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

For the sake of my brethren, and of my neighbours, I spoke peace of 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 sought good things for thee.