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.

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

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

Så står vore Fødder da i dine Porte, Jerusalem,

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

Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

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.

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

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

Thi der står Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

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

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

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

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

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

For Brødres og Frænders Skyld vil jeg ønske dig Fred,

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

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