Salme 122

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

A Canticle in steps. I rejoiced in the things that were said to me: “We shall go into the house of the Lord.”

2 Så står vore Fødder da i dine Porte, Jerusalem,

Our feet were standing in your courts, O Jerusalem.

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

Jerusalem has been built as a city, whose participation is unto itself.

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

For to that place, the tribes ascended, the tribes of the Lord: the testimony of Israel, to confess to the name of the Lord.

5 Thi der står Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

For in that place, seats have sat down in judgment, seats above the house of David.

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

Petition for the things that are for the peace of Jerusalem, and for abundance for those who love you.

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

Let peace be in your virtue, and abundance in your towers.

8 For Brødres og Frænders Skyld vil jeg ønske dig Fred,

For the sake of my brothers and my neighbors, I spoke peace about you.

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

For the sake of the house of the Lord our God, I sought good things for you.