Psalms 122

1 A Song of the going up. Of David. I was glad because they said to me, We will go into the house of the Lord.

Jeg glædede mig ved dem, som sagde til mig: Vi ville gaa til Herrens Hus.

2 At last our feet were inside your doors, O Jerusalem.

Vore Fødder stode i dine Porte, Jerusalem!

3 O Jerusalem, you are like a town which is well joined together;

Jerusalem, du, som er bygget op som en Stad, der er tæt sammenbygget,

4 To which the tribes went up, even the tribes of the Lord, for a witness to Israel, to give praise to the name of the Lord.

hvorhen Stammerne droge op, Herrens Stammer efter Israels Lov, for at prise Herrens Navn.

5 For there seats for the judges were placed, even the rulers' seats of the line of David.

Thi der var Stole satte til Dom, Stole for Davids Hus.

6 O make prayers for the peace of Jerusalem; may they whose love is given to you do well.

Beder om Jerusalems Fred; Ro finde de, som elske dig.

7 May peace be inside your walls, and wealth in your noble houses.

Der være Fred paa din Mur, Ro i dine Paladser!

8 Because of my brothers and friends, I will now say, Let peace be with you.

For mine Brødres og mine Venners Skyld vil jeg sige: Fred være i dig!

9 Because of the house of the Lord our God, I will be working for your good.

For Herrens vor Guds Hus's Skyld vil jeg søge dit Bedste.