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 of David. I was glad when they said unto me, Let us go into the house of the LORD.

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

Our feet shall stand within thy gates, O Jerusalem.

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

Jerusalem is builded as a city that is compact 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.

Whither the tribes go up, the tribes of the LORD, unto the testimony of Israel, to give thanks unto 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 set thrones of judgment, the thrones of the house of David.

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

Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: they shall prosper that love thee.

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

Peace be within thy walls, [and] prosperity within thy palaces.

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

For my brethren and companions’ sakes, I will now say, Peace [be] within thee.

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 seek thy good.