Salme 48
1 En Sang. En Salme af Koras Sønner.
A SONG. A PSALM OF THE SONS OF KORAH. Great [is] YHWH, and greatly praised, In the city of our God—His holy hill.
2 Stor og højlovet er vor Gud i sin Stad.
Beautiful [for] elevation, A joy of all the land, [is] Mount Zion, 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.
God is known for a tower in her high places.
4 Som Værn gjorde Gud sig kendt i dens Borge.
For behold, the kings met, they passed by together,
5 Thi Kongerne samlede sig, rykked frem tilsammen;
They have seen—so they have marveled, They have been troubled, they were hurried away.
6 de saa og tav paa Stedet, flyed i Angst,
Trembling has seized them there, Pain, as of a travailing woman.
7 af Rædsel grebes de brat, af Veer som en, der føder.
By an east wind You shatter ships of Tarshish.
8 Med Østenstormen knuser du Tarsisskibe.
As we have heard, so we have seen, In the city of YHWH of hosts, In the city of our God, God establishes her for all time. (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)
We have thought, O God, of Your kindness, In the midst of Your temple,
10 I din Helligdom tænker vi, Gud, paa din Miskundhed;
As [is] Your Name, O God, so [is] Your praise, Over the ends of the earth, Righteousness has filled Your right hand.
11 som dit Navn saa lyder din Pris til Jordens Grænser. Din højre er fuld af Retfærd,
Mount Zion rejoices, The daughters of Judah are joyful, For the sake of Your judgments.
12 Zions Bjerg fryder sig, Judas Døtre jubler over dine Domme.
Surround Zion, and go around her, count her towers,
13 Drag rundt om Zion, gaa rundt og tæl dets Taarne,
Set your heart to her bulwark, Consider her high places, So that you recount to a later 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.
That this God [is] our God—For all time and forever, He leads us over death!
