Psaltaren 122

1 En vallfartssång; av David. Jag gladdes, när man sade till mig: "Vi skola gå till HERRENS hus."

A Song of the going up. Of David. I was glad because they said to me, We will go into the house of the Lord.

2 Våra fötter fingo träda in i dina portar, Jerusalem,

At last our feet were inside your doors, O Jerusalem.

3 Jerusalem, du nyuppbyggda stad, där hus sluter sig väl till hus,

O Jerusalem, you are like a town which is well joined together;

4 dit stammarna draga upp, HERRENS stammar, efter lagen för Israel, till att prisa HERRENS namn.

To which the tribes went up, even the tribes of the Lord, for a witness to Israel, to give praise to the name of the Lord.

5 Ty där äro ställda domarstolar, stolar för Davids hus.

For there seats for the judges were placed, even the rulers' seats of the line of David.

6 Önsken Jerusalem frid; ja, dem gånge väl, som älska dig.

O make prayers for the peace of Jerusalem; may they whose love is given to you do well.

7 Frid vare inom dina murar, välgång i dina palats!

May peace be inside your walls, and wealth in your noble houses.

8 För mina bröders och vänners skull vill jag tillsäga dig frid.

Because of my brothers and friends, I will now say, Let peace be with you.

9 För HERRENS, vår Guds, hus' skull vill jag söka din välfärd.

Because of the house of the Lord our God, I will be working for your good.