Psalms 48
1 A Song. A Psalm by the sons of Korah. Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised, in the city of our God, in his holy mountain.
En Sang. En Salme af Koras Sønner.
2 Beautiful in elevation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount Zion, on the north sides, the city of the great King.
Stor og højlovet er vor Gud i sin Stad.
3 God has shown himself in her citadels as a refuge.
Smukt løfter sig hans hellige Bjerg, al Jordens Fryd, Zions Bjerg i det højeste Nord, den store Konges By.
4 For, behold, the kings assembled themselves, they passed by together.
Som Værn gjorde Gud sig kendt i dens Borge.
5 They saw it, then they were amazed. They were dismayed. They hurried away.
Thi Kongerne samlede sig, rykked frem tilsammen;
6 Trembling took hold of them there, pain, as of a woman in travail.
de saa og tav paa Stedet, flyed i Angst,
7 With the east wind, you break the ships of Tarshish.
af Rædsel grebes de brat, af Veer som en, der føder.
8 As we have heard, so we have seen, in the city of the LORD of Armies, in the city of our God. God will establish it forever. (Selah)
Med Østenstormen knuser du Tarsisskibe.
9 We have thought about your loving kindness, God, in the middle of your temple.
Som vi havde hørt det, saa vi det selv i Hærskarers HERRES By, i vor Guds By; til evig Tid lader Gud den staa. (Sela)
10 As is your name, God, so is your praise to the ends of the earth. Your right hand is full of righteousness.
I din Helligdom tænker vi, Gud, paa din Miskundhed;
11 Let Mount Zion be glad! Let the daughters of Judah rejoice because of your judgments.
som dit Navn saa lyder din Pris til Jordens Grænser. Din højre er fuld af Retfærd,
12 Walk about Zion, and go around her. Number its towers.
Zions Bjerg fryder sig, Judas Døtre jubler over dine Domme.
13 Notice her bulwarks. Consider her palaces, that you may tell it to the next generation.
Drag rundt om Zion, gaa rundt og tæl dets Taarne,
14 For this God is our God forever and ever. He will be our guide even to death.
læg Mærke til dets Ringmur, gaa gennem dets Borge, at I kan melde Slægten, der kommer: Saadan er Gud, vor Gud for evigt og altid, han skal lede os. Al-mut.
