< Salme 48 >

1 En Sang, en Psalme af Koras Børn.
“A psalm of the sons of Korah.” Great is Jehovah, and greatly to be praised In the city of our God, upon his holy mountain.
2 Herren er stor og saare priselig, i vor Guds Stad, paa hans hellige Bjerg.
Beautiful in its elevation is Mount Zion, The joy of the whole earth; The joy of the farthest North is the city of the great king;
3 Zions Bjerg hæver sig smukt, er det ganske Lands Glæde, yderst imod Nord, den store Konges Stad.
In her palaces God is known as a refuge.
4 Gud i dens Paladser er kendt som en fast Borg.
For, lo! kings were assembled against it; They passed away together.
5 Thi se, Kongerne havde samlet sig; de forsvandt til Hobe.
As soon as they saw, they were astonished; They were confounded, and hasted away.
6 De saa, straks forundrede de sig; de forfærdedes, de hastede bort.
There terror seized upon them, —Pain, as of a woman in travail;
7 Bævelse betog dem der, Angest som en Kvindes, der føder.
As when the east wind breaketh in pieces The ships of Tarshish.
8 Ved Østenvejr sønderbryder du Tharsis's Skibe.
As we have heard, so have we seen In the city of the LORD of hosts, in the city of our God; God will establish it for ever. (Pause)
9 Ligesom vi havde hørt, saaledes saa vi det i den Herre Zebaoths Stad, i vor Guds Stad; Gud befæster den indtil evig Tid. (Sela)
We think of thy loving-kindness, O God! In the midst of thy temple!
10 O Gud! vi tænke paa din Miskundhed midt i dit Tempel.
As thy name, O God! so thy praise, extendeth to the ends of the earth; Thy right hand is full of righteousness.
11 O Gud! som dit Navn er, saa er din Pris indtil Jordens Ender; din højre Haand er fuld af Retfærdighed.
Mount Zion rejoiceth, The daughters of Judah exult, On account of thy righteous judgments.
12 Zions Bjerg glæder sig, Judas Døtre fryde sig for dine Dommes Skyld.
Go round about Zion; number her towers;
13 Gaar omkring Zion, rundt omkring den, tæller dens Taarne!
Mark well her bulwarks; count her palaces; That ye may tell it to the next generation!
14 Lægger Mærke til dens Mur, betragter nøje dens Paladser, at I kunne fortælle det for den Slægt, som kommer. Thi her er Gud, vor Gud, evindelig og altid, han skal ledsage os til evige Tider.
For this God is our God for ever and ever; He will be our guide unto death.

< Salme 48 >