Salme 48
1 En Sang. En Salme af Koras Sønner.
A Song. A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised, in the town of our God, in his holy mountain.
2 Stor og højlovet er vor Gud i sin Stad.
Beautiful in its high position, the joy of all the earth, is the mountain of Zion, the mountain of God, the town of the great King.
3 Smukt løfter sig hans hellige Bjerg, al Jordens Fryd, Zions Bjerg i det højeste Nord, den store Konges By.
In its buildings God is seen to be a high tower.
4 Som Værn gjorde Gud sig kendt i dens Borge.
For see! the kings came together by agreement, they were joined together.
5 Thi Kongerne samlede sig, rykked frem tilsammen;
They saw it, and so were full of wonder; they were troubled, and went quickly away in fear.
6 de saa og tav paa Stedet, flyed i Angst,
Shaking came on them and pain, as on a woman in childbirth.
7 af Rædsel grebes de brat, af Veer som en, der føder.
By you the ships of Tarshish are broken as by an east wind.
8 Med Østenstormen knuser du Tarsisskibe.
As it came to our ears so have we seen it, in the town of the Lord of armies, in the town of our God; God will keep it fixed for ever. (Selah)
9 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)
Our thoughts were of your mercy, O God, while we were in your Temple.
10 I din Helligdom tænker vi, Gud, paa din Miskundhed;
As your name is, O God, so is your praise to the ends of the earth; your right hand is full of righteousness.
11 som dit Navn saa lyder din Pris til Jordens Grænser. Din højre er fuld af Retfærd,
Let there be joy in the mountain of Zion, and let the daughters of Judah be glad, because of your wise decisions.
12 Zions Bjerg fryder sig, Judas Døtre jubler over dine Domme.
Make your way about Zion, and go round it, numbering its towers.
13 Drag rundt om Zion, gaa rundt og tæl dets Taarne,
Take note of its strong walls, looking well at its fair buildings; so that you may give word of it to the generation which comes after.
14 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.
Because this God is our God for ever and ever: he will be our guide.
