< Salme 48 >

1 En Sang. En Salme af Koras Sønner.
A psalm of a canticle, for the sons of Core, on the second day of the week. Great is the Lord, and exceedingly to be praised in the city of our God, in his holy mountain.
2 Stor og højlovet er vor Gud i sin Stad.
With the joy of the whole earth is mount Sion founded, on the sides of the north, the city 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 her houses shall God be known, when he shall protect her.
4 Som Værn gjorde Gud sig kendt i dens Borge.
For behold the kings of the earth assembled themselves: they gathered together.
5 Thi Kongerne samlede sig, rykked frem tilsammen;
So they saw, and they wondered, they were troubled, they were moved:
6 de saa og tav paa Stedet, flyed i Angst,
Trembling took hold of them. There were pains as of a woman in labour.
7 af Rædsel grebes de brat, af Veer som en, der føder.
With a vehement wind thou shalt break in pieces the ships of Tharsis.
8 Med Østenstormen knuser du Tarsisskibe.
As we have heard, so have we seen, in the city of the Lord of hosts, in the city of our God: God hath founded it for ever.
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)
We have received thy mercy, O God, in the midst of thy temple.
10 I din Helligdom tænker vi, Gud, paa din Miskundhed;
According to thy name, O God, so also is thy praise unto the ends of the earth: thy right hand is full of justice.
11 som dit Navn saa lyder din Pris til Jordens Grænser. Din højre er fuld af Retfærd,
Let mount Sion rejoice, and the daughters of Juda be glad; because of thy judgments, O Lord.
12 Zions Bjerg fryder sig, Judas Døtre jubler over dine Domme.
Surround Sion, and encompass her: tell ye in her towers.
13 Drag rundt om Zion, gaa rundt og tæl dets Taarne,
Set your hearts on her strength; and distribute her houses, that ye may relate it in another generation.
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.
For this is God, our God unto eternity, and for ever and ever: he shall rule us for evermore.

< Salme 48 >