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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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