< Salme 48 >

1 En Sang. En Salme af Koras Sønner.
“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 Stor og højlovet er vor Gud i sin Stad.
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 Smukt løfter sig hans hellige Bjerg, al Jordens Fryd, Zions Bjerg i det højeste Nord, den store Konges By.
In her palaces God is known as a refuge.
4 Som Værn gjorde Gud sig kendt i dens Borge.
For, lo! kings were assembled against it; They passed away together.
5 Thi Kongerne samlede sig, rykked frem tilsammen;
As soon as they saw, they were astonished; They were confounded, and hasted away.
6 de saa og tav paa Stedet, flyed i Angst,
There terror seized upon them, —Pain, as of a woman in travail;
7 af Rædsel grebes de brat, af Veer som en, der føder.
As when the east wind breaketh in pieces The ships of Tarshish.
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 will establish it for ever. (Pause)
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 think of thy loving-kindness, O God! In the midst of thy temple!
10 I din Helligdom tænker vi, Gud, paa din Miskundhed;
As thy name, O God! so thy praise, extendeth to the ends of the earth; Thy right hand is full of righteousness.
11 som dit Navn saa lyder din Pris til Jordens Grænser. Din højre er fuld af Retfærd,
Mount Zion rejoiceth, The daughters of Judah exult, On account of thy righteous judgments.
12 Zions Bjerg fryder sig, Judas Døtre jubler over dine Domme.
Go round about Zion; number her towers;
13 Drag rundt om Zion, gaa rundt og tæl dets Taarne,
Mark well her bulwarks; count her palaces; That ye may tell it to the next 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 God is our God for ever and ever; He will be our guide unto death.

< Salme 48 >