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.

A song of degrees, or Psalme of David. I rejoiced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord.

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

Our feete shall stand in thy gates, O Ierusalem.

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

Ierusalem is builded as a citie, that is compact together in it selfe:

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.

Whereunto the Tribes, euen the Tribes of the Lord go vp according to the testimonie to Israel, to prayse the Name of the Lord.

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

For there are thrones set for iudgement, euen the thrones of the house of Dauid.

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

Pray for the peace of Ierusalem: let them prosper that loue thee.

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

Peace be within thy walles, and prosperitie within thy palaces.

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

For my brethren and neighbours sakes I will wish thee now prosperitie.

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

Because of the House of the Lord our God, I will procure thy wealth.