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.

1 I was glad when they said to me,

"Let’s go to Yahweh’s house!"

2 Our feet are standing within your gates, Jerusalem!

3 Jerusalem is built as a city that is compact together,

4 where the tribes go up, even Yah’s tribes,

according to an ordinance for Israel,

to give thanks to Yahweh’s name.

5 For there are set thrones for judgment,

the thrones of David’s house.

6 Pray for the peace of Jerusalem.

Those who love you will prosper.

7 Peace be within your walls,

and prosperity within your palaces.

8 For my brothers’ and companions’ sakes,

I will now say, "Peace be within you."

9 For the sake of the house of Yahweh our God,

I will seek your good.