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, 'To the house of Jehovah we go.'

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

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

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

Jerusalem — the builded 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 thither have tribes gone up, Tribes of Jah, companies of Israel, To give thanks to the name of Jehovah.

5 Thi der står Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

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

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

Ask ye the peace of Jerusalem, At rest are those loving thee.

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

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

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

For the sake of my brethren and my companions, Let me speak, I pray thee, 'Peace [be] in thee.'

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

For the sake of the house of Jehovah our God, I seek good for thee!