Psalms 48
1 A Melodious Song. For the Sons of Korah. Great is Yahweh, and worthy to be mightily praised, In the city of our God, His holy mountain.
En Sang. En Salme af Koras Sønner.
2 Beautiful in elevation, the joy of all the land, Is Mount Zion, in the recesses of the north, —The city of a great king.
Stor og højlovet er vor Gud i sin Stad.
3 God, in her palaces, is to be known as a high tower.
Smukt løfter sig hans hellige Bjerg, al Jordens Fryd, Zions Bjerg i det højeste Nord, den store Konges By.
4 For lo! Kings—Met as appointed, Passed by together;
Som Værn gjorde Gud sig kendt i dens Borge.
5 They themselves, saw, So, were they amazed, Dismayed—they hurried way!
Thi Kongerne samlede sig, rykked frem tilsammen;
6 Trembling, seized them, there, Pangs. like hers who is in travail.
de saa og tav paa Stedet, flyed i Angst,
7 With an east wind, wilt thou shatter the ships of Tarshish.
af Rædsel grebes de brat, af Veer som en, der føder.
8 Just as we have heard, So, have we seen, In the city of Yahweh of hosts, In the city of our God, God himself, will establish her, unto times age-abiding. (Selah)
Med Østenstormen knuser du Tarsisskibe.
9 We have thought, O God, upon thy lovingkindness, In the midst of thy 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 According to thy Name, O God, So, be thy praise, unto the ends of the earth, With righteousness, is, thy right hand, filled.
I din Helligdom tænker vi, Gud, paa din Miskundhed;
11 Let Mount Zion rejoice, Let the daughters of Judah exult, Because of thy judgments.
som dit Navn saa lyder din Pris til Jordens Grænser. Din højre er fuld af Retfærd,
12 Go round Zion, and compass her about, Reckon up her towers;
Zions Bjerg fryder sig, Judas Døtre jubler over dine Domme.
13 Apply your mind to her rampart, Pass between her palaces, That ye may recount them to an after generation;
Drag rundt om Zion, gaa rundt og tæl dets Taarne,
14 For, this God, is our God, to times age-abiding and beyond, He himself, will conduct us till 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.
