Psalms 122

1 A Song of Ascents; of David. I was glad when they said unto me, Let us go unto the house of Jehovah.

Sang til Festrejserne. Af David. Jeg frydede mig, da de sagde til mig: »Vi drager til HERRENS Hus!«

2 Our feet are standing Within thy gates, O Jerusalem,

Saa staar vore Fødder da i dine Porte, Jerusalem,

3 Jerusalem, that art builded As a city that is compact together;

Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

4 Whither the tribes go up, even the tribes of Jehovah, [For] an ordinance for Israel, To give thanks unto the name of Jehovah.

thi didop drager Stammerne, HERRENS Stammer: en Vedtægt for Israel om at prise HERRENS Navn.

5 For there are set thrones for judgment, The thrones of the house of David.

Thi der staar Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

6 Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: They shall prosper that love thee.

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

7 Peace be within thy walls, And prosperity within thy palaces.

Der raade Fred paa din Mur, Tryghed i dine Borge!

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

For Brødres og Frænders Skyld vil jeg ønske dig Fred,

9 For the sake of the house of Jehovah our God I will seek thy good.

for HERREN vor Guds Hus's Skyld vil jeg søge dit Bedste.