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.

Våre føtter står nå i dine porter, Jerusalem.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.