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.”

Rwiyo rworwendo rwaDhavhidhi. Ndakafara pavakati kwandiri, “Handei kumba yaJehovha.”

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

Tsoka dzedu dzimire mukati mamasuo ako, iwe Jerusarema.

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

Jerusarema rakavakwa seguta rakapakata kwazvo.

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

Ndiko kunokwira marudzi, iwo marudzi aJehovha, kundorumbidza zita raJehovha maererano nezvakatemerwa Israeri.

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

Zvigaro zvokutonga zvimire ikoko, zvigaro zvoushe zveimba yaDhavhidhi.

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

Nyengetererai rugare rweJerusarema: “Vanokuda dai vagara zvakanaka.

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

Dai mukati mamasvingo ako maita rugare, nokuchengetedzeka mukati menhare dzako.”

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

Nokuda kwehama neshamwari dzangu, ndichati, “Rugare ngaruve mukati mako.”

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

Nokuda kweimba yaJehovha Mwari wedu, ndichatsvaka kubudirira kwako.