Psalms 122

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. A psalm of David. I was so happy when they said to me, “Let's go the house of the Lord.”

(Sang til Festrejserne. Af David.) Jeg frydede mig, da de sagde til mig: "Vi drager til HERRENs Hus!"

2 Now we're standing inside your gates, Jerusalem!

Så står vore Fødder da i dine Porte, Jerusalem,

3 Jerusalem is built as a city where people can be together.

Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

4 All the tribes—the tribes of the Lord—go up there, following the command given to Israel to give thanks to the Lord.

thi did op drager Stammerne, HERRENs Stammer en Vedtægt for Israel om at prise HERRENs Navn.

5 This is where the thrones are placed, where judgment is given, the thrones of the house of David.

Thi der står Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

6 Pray that Jerusalem may be at peace. May everyone who loves Jerusalem be kept safe.

Bed om Jerusalems Fred! Ro finde de, der elsker dig!

7 May there be peace within your walls, and safety within your fortresses.

Der råde Fred på din Mur, Tryghed i dine Borge!

8 On behalf of my family and friends, I will now say, “May you be at peace.”

For Brødres og Frænders Skyld vil jeg ønske dig Fred,

9 On behalf of the house of the Lord our God, I pray that everything goes well for you.

for Herren vor Guds hus's skyld vil jeg søge dit bedste.