1 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 At last our feet were inside your doors, O Jerusalem.3 O Jerusalem, you are like a town which is well joined together;4 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 For there seats for the judges were placed, even the rulers' seats of the line of David.6 O make prayers for the peace of Jerusalem; may they whose love is given to you do well.7 May peace be inside your walls, and wealth in your noble houses.8 Because of my brothers and friends, I will now say, Let peace be with you.9 Because of the house of the Lord our God, I will be working for your good.

1 En sang ved festreisene; av David. Jeg gleder mig ved dem som sier til mig: Vi vil gå til Herrens hus.2 Våre føtter står i dine porter, Jerusalem!3 Jerusalem, du velbyggede, lik en by som er tett sammenføiet,4 hvor stammene drar op, Herrens stammer, efter en lov for Israel, for å prise Herrens navn!5 For der er stoler satt til dom, stoler for Davids hus.6 Bed om fred for Jerusalem! La det gå dem vel som elsker dig!7 Der være fred innen din voll, ro i dine saler!8 For mine brødres og mine venners skyld vil jeg si: Fred være i dig!9 For Herrens, vår Guds huses skyld vil jeg søke ditt beste.