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!