Psalms 122

1 A song of degrees, or Psalme of David. I rejoiced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord.

Sang til Festrejserne. Af David. Jeg frydede mig, da de sagde til mig: »Vi drager til HERRENS Hus!«

2 Our feete shall stand in thy gates, O Ierusalem.

Saa staar vore Fødder da i dine Porte, Jerusalem,

3 Ierusalem is builded as a citie, that is compact together in it selfe:

Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

4 Whereunto the Tribes, euen the Tribes of the Lord go vp according to the testimonie to Israel, to prayse the Name of the Lord.

thi didop drager Stammerne, HERRENS Stammer: en Vedtægt for Israel om at prise HERRENS Navn.

5 For there are thrones set for iudgement, euen the thrones of the house of Dauid.

Thi der staar Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

6 Pray for the peace of Ierusalem: let them prosper that loue thee.

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

7 Peace be within thy walles, and prosperitie within thy palaces.

Der raade Fred paa din Mur, Tryghed i dine Borge!

8 For my brethren and neighbours sakes I will wish thee now prosperitie.

For Brødres og Frænders Skyld vil jeg ønske dig Fred,

9 Because of the House of the Lord our God, I will procure thy wealth.

for HERREN vor Guds Hus's Skyld vil jeg søge dit Bedste.