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 the Ascents, by David. I have rejoiced in those saying to me, 'To the house of Jehovah we go.'

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

Our feet have been standing in thy gates, O Jerusalem!

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

Jerusalem — the builded one — [Is] as a city that is joined to itself 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.

For thither have tribes gone up, Tribes of Jah, companies of Israel, To give thanks to the name of Jehovah.

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

For there have sat thrones of judgment, 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.

Ask ye the peace of Jerusalem, At rest are those loving thee.

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

Peace is in thy bulwark, rest in thy high places,

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

For the sake of my brethren and my companions, Let me speak, I pray thee, 'Peace [be] in thee.'

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

For the sake of the house of Jehovah our God, I seek good for thee!