Salme 122

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

“A song of the degrees by David.” I was rejoiced when they said unto me, Unto the house of the Lord let us go.

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

Our feet are now standing within thy gates, O Jerusalem!

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

Jerusalem, which art built as a city wherein all associate together.

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

For thither go 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 placed chairs for [giving] judgment, the chairs for the house of David.—

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

Pray ye for the peace of Jerusalem; may those that love thee prosper.

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

May there be peace within thy walls, prosperity within thy palaces,

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

For the sake of my brethren and my friends, let me now speak, Peace be within thee.

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

For the sake of the house of the Lord our God, will I seek thy good.