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 A Song of the Ascents, by David. I have rejoiced in those saying to me, `To the house of Jehovah we go.`2 Our feet have been standing in thy gates, O Jerusalem!3 Jerusalem -- the builded one -- [Is] as a city that is joined to itself together.4 For thither have tribes gone up, Tribes of Jah, companies of Israel, To give thanks to the name of Jehovah.5 For there have sat thrones of judgment, Thrones of the house of David.6 Ask ye the peace of Jerusalem, At rest are those loving thee.7 Peace is in thy bulwark, rest in thy high places,8 For the sake of my brethren and my companions, Let me speak, I pray thee, `Peace [be] in thee.`9 For the sake of the house of Jehovah our God, I seek good for thee!