Salme 122

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

A Song of Ascents. David’s. I was glad, when they were saying unto me, Unto the house of Yahweh, let us go!

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

Standing are our feet, within thy gates, O Jerusalem!

3 Jerusalem bygget som Staden, hvor Folket samles;

Jerusalem! that hath been builded, A true city, all joined together as one:

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

Whither have come up the tribes, The tribes of Yah, A testimony to Israel, To give thanks unto the Name of Yahweh:

5 Thi der står Dommersæder, Sæder for Davids Hus.

For there are set—Thrones for justice, Thrones for the house David.

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

Ask ye for the peace of Jerusalem, They shall prosper, who love thee!

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

Peace be within thy walls, prosperity within thy palaces:

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

For the sake of my brethren and friends, Oh, might I speak [saying], Peace be within thee!

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

For the sake of the house of Yahweh our God, will I seek blessing for thee.