Salme 48
1 En Sang, en Psalme af Koras Børn.
A song. A psalm of the Korahites. Great is the Lord and worthy all praise in the city of our God. His holy mountain,
2 Herren er stor og saare priselig, i vor Guds Stad, paa hans hellige Bjerg.
that rises so fair, is the joy of all the world. Like the mount of the gods is Mount Zion, the city of the great king.
3 Zions Bjerg hæver sig smukt, er det ganske Lands Glæde, yderst imod Nord, den store Konges Stad.
Once God made himself known as the defence of her palaces.
4 Gud i dens Paladser er kendt som en fast Borg.
For see! A concert of kings passed over the frontier together.
5 Thi se, Kongerne havde samlet sig; de forsvandt til Hobe.
But one glance, and they were astounded; they hastened away in dismay.
6 De saa, straks forundrede de sig; de forfærdedes, de hastede bort.
Trembling took hold of them there, like the pains of a woman in labor.
7 Bævelse betog dem der, Angest som en Kvindes, der føder.
They were shattered, as east wind shatters the giant ships in pieces.
8 Ved Østenvejr sønderbryder du Tharsis's Skibe.
What we heard, we now have seen in the city of the Lord of hosts, the city of our God. God will uphold her forever. (Selah)
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, O God, of your love, in the midst of your temple.
10 O Gud! vi tænke paa din Miskundhed midt i dit Tempel.
Your fame, O God, like your name, shall extend to the ends of the earth. Victory fills your hand.
11 O Gud! som dit Navn er, saa er din Pris indtil Jordens Ender; din højre Haand er fuld af Retfærdighed.
Let mount Zion be glad; let the daughters of Judah rejoice because of your judgments.
12 Zions Bjerg glæder sig, Judas Døtre fryde sig for dine Dommes Skyld.
Walk about Zion, go round her; count her towers.
13 Gaar omkring Zion, rundt omkring den, tæller dens Taarne!
Set your mind on her ramparts, consider her palaces; that you tell 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.
That such is God, our God he it is who shall guide us for ever and ever.
