Salme 122

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

A song of ascents, of David. I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of Yahweh.”

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

Jerusalem, our feet are standing within your gates!

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

Jerusalem, built as a city carefully planned!

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

The tribes go up to Jerusalem—the tribes of Yahweh— as a testimony for Israel, to give thanks to the name of Yahweh.

5 Thi der står Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

There thrones of judgment were set, thrones of the house of David.

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

Pray for the peace of Jerusalem! “May those who love you have peace.

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

May there be peace within the walls that defend you, and may they have peace within your fortresses.”

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

For the sake of my brothers and my friends I will say, “May there be peace within you.”

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

For the sake of the house of Yahweh our God, I will seek good for you.