Psalms 122

1 “A song of the degrees by David.” I was rejoiced when they said unto me, Unto the house of the Lord let us go.

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

2 Our feet are now standing within thy gates, O Jerusalem!

Saa staar vore Fødder da i dine Porte, Jerusalem,

3 Jerusalem, which art built as a city wherein all associate together.

Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

4 For thither go up the tribes of the Lord, as a testimony for Israel, to give thanks unto the name of the Lord.

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

5 For there are placed chairs for [giving] judgment, the chairs for the house of David.—

Thi der staar Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

6 Pray ye for the peace of Jerusalem; may those that love thee prosper.

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

7 May there be peace within thy walls, prosperity within thy palaces,

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

8 For the sake of my brethren and my friends, let me now speak, Peace be within thee.

For Brødres og Frænders Skyld vil jeg ønske dig Fred,

9 For the sake of the house of the Lord our God, will I seek thy good.

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