Psalms 122

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

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

2 Our feet are standing in your gates, O Jerusalem.

Saa staar vore Fødder da i dine Porte, Jerusalem,

3 Jerusalem is built up as a city united together,

Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

4 where the tribes go up, the tribes of the LORD, as a testimony for Israel, to give thanks to the name of the LORD.

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

5 For there the thrones of judgment stand, the thrones of the house of David.

Thi der staar Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

6 Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: “May those who love you prosper.

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

7 May there be peace within your walls, and prosperity inside your fortresses.”

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

8 For the sake of my brothers and friends, I will say, “Peace be within you.”

For Brødres og Frænders Skyld vil jeg ønske dig Fred,

9 For the sake of the house of the LORD our God, I will seek your prosperity.

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