Psalms 122

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

Jeg glædede mig ved dem, som sagde til mig: Vi ville gaa til Herrens Hus.

2 Our feet shall stand within thy gates, O Jerusalem.

Vore Fødder stode i dine Porte, Jerusalem!

3 Jerusalem is builded as a city that is compact together:

Jerusalem, du, som er bygget op som en Stad, der er tæt sammenbygget,

4 Whither the tribes go up, the tribes of the LORD, unto the testimony of Israel, to give thanks unto the name of the LORD.

hvorhen Stammerne droge op, Herrens Stammer efter Israels Lov, for at prise Herrens Navn.

5 For there are set thrones of judgment, the thrones of the house of David.

Thi der var Stole satte til Dom, Stole for Davids Hus.

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

Beder om Jerusalems Fred; Ro finde de, som elske dig.

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

Der være Fred paa din Mur, Ro i dine Paladser!

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

For mine Brødres og mine Venners Skyld vil jeg sige: Fred være i dig!

9 Because of the house of the LORD our God I will seek thy good.

For Herrens vor Guds Hus's Skyld vil jeg søge dit Bedste.