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 ASCENTS. BY DAVID. I have rejoiced in those saying to me, “We go to the house of YHWH.”

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

Our feet have been standing in your gates, O Jerusalem!

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

Jerusalem—the built one—[Is] as a city that is joined to itself together.

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

For there tribes have gone up, Tribes of YAH, companies of Israel, To give thanks to the Name of YHWH.

5 Thi der står Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

For there thrones of judgment have sat, Thrones of the house of David.

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

Ask [for] the peace of Jerusalem, Those loving you are at rest.

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

Peace is in your bulwark, rest in your high places,

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

For the sake of my brothers and my companions, Please let me speak, “Peace [be] in you.”

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

For the sake of the house of our God YHWH, I seek good for you!