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.

Så står 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 did op 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 står 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 råde Fred på 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.