1En sang ved festreisene; av David. Jeg gleder mig ved dem som sier til mig: Vi vil gå til Herrens hus.
1I was glad when they said to me, “Let’s go to Yahweh’s house!”
2Våre føtter står i dine porter, Jerusalem!
2Our feet are standing within your gates, Jerusalem;
3Jerusalem, du velbyggede, lik en by som er tett sammenføiet,
3Jerusalem, that is built as a city that is compact together;
4hvor stammene drar op, Herrens stammer, efter en lov for Israel, for å prise Herrens navn!
4where the tribes go up, even Yah’s tribes, according to an ordinance for Israel, to give thanks to the name of Yahweh.
5For der er stoler satt til dom, stoler for Davids hus.
5For there are set thrones for judgment, the thrones of David’s house.
6Bed om fred for Jerusalem! La det gå dem vel som elsker dig!
6Pray for the peace of Jerusalem. Those who love you will prosper.
7Der være fred innen din voll, ro i dine saler!
7Peace be within your walls, and prosperity within your palaces.
8For mine brødres og mine venners skyld vil jeg si: Fred være i dig!
8For my brothers’ and companions’ sakes, I will now say, “Peace be within you.”
9For Herrens, vår Guds huses skyld vil jeg søke ditt beste.
9For the sake of the house of Yahweh our God, I will seek your good.