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 was glad when they said unto me, Let us go into the house of the LORD.

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 is builded 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 the LORD, unto the testimony of Israel, to give thanks unto the name of the LORD.

5 Thi der står Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

For there are set thrones of 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 walls, [and] prosperity within thy palaces.

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

For my brethren and companions’ sakes, I will now say, Peace [be] within thee.

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

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