Salmos 122

'n Groet aan Jerusalem.

1 'n BEDEVAARTSLIED. Van Dawid.

Ek was bly toe hulle vir my gesê het: Laat ons na die huis van die Here gaan!

2 Ons voete staan in jou poorte, o Jerusalem!

3 Jerusalem wat gebou is soos 'n stad wat goed saamgevoeg is,

4 waarheen die stamme optrek, die stamme van die Here — 'n voorskrif vir Israel! — om die Naam van die Here te loof.

5 Want daar staan die stoele vir die gereg, die stoele van die huis van Dawid.

6 Bid om die vrede van Jerusalem; mag hulle wat jou liefhet, rustig lewe!

7 Mag daar vrede wees in jou skanse, rus in jou paleise!

8 Ter wille van my broers en my vriende wil ek spreek: Vrede in jou!

9 Ter wille van die huis van die Here onse God wil ek die goeie vir jou soek.

A Song of Ascents; of David.

1 I was glad when they said unto me,

Let us go unto the house of Jehovah.

2 Our feet are standing

Within thy gates, O Jerusalem,

3 Jerusalem, that art builded

As a city that is compact together;

4 Whither the tribes go up, even the tribes of Jehovah,

For an ordinance for Israel,

To give thanks unto the name of Jehovah.

5 For there are set thrones for judgment,

The thrones of the house of David.

6 Pray for the peace of Jerusalem:

They shall prosper that love thee.

7 Peace be within thy walls,

And prosperity within thy palaces.

8 For my brethren and companions’ sakes,

I will now say, Peace be within thee.

9 For the sake of the house of Jehovah our God

I will seek thy good.