1 En sang ved festreisene; av David. Jeg var glad da de sa til meg: Vi vil gå til Herrens hus.

<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 Våre føtter står nå i dine porter, Jerusalem.

At last our feet were inside your doors, O Jerusalem.

3 Jerusalem, du er bygget som en by som er tett sammenføyd;

O Jerusalem, you are like a town which is well joined together;

4 dit de stammer drar opp, Herrens stammer, som et vitnesbyrd for Israel, for å prise Herrens navn.

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 Der er troner satt for dommerne, troner for Davids hus.

For there seats for the judges were placed, even the rulers' seats of the line of David.

6 Be om fred for Jerusalem; må de som elsker deg, gjøre det godt.

O make prayers for the peace of Jerusalem; may they whose love is given to you do well.

7 Må det være fred innenfor dine murer, og trygghet i dine velstandshus.

May peace be inside your walls, and wealth in your noble houses.

8 For mine brødre og venners skyld vil jeg nå si: Må fred være med deg.

Because of my brothers and friends, I will now say, Let peace be with you.

9 For Herrens, vår Guds, hus skyld, vil jeg søke ditt beste.

Because of the house of the Lord our God, I will be working for your good.