< Salme 48 >

1 En Sang. En Salme af Koras Sønner.
A Melodious Song. For the Sons of Korah. Great is Yahweh, and worthy to be mightily praised, In the city of our God, His holy mountain.
2 Stor og højlovet er vor Gud i sin Stad.
Beautiful in elevation, the joy of all the land, Is Mount Zion, in the recesses of the north, —The city of a great king.
3 Smukt løfter sig hans hellige Bjerg, al Jordens Fryd, Zions Bjerg i det højeste Nord, den store Konges By.
God, in her palaces, is to be known as a high tower.
4 Som Værn gjorde Gud sig kendt i dens Borge.
For lo! Kings—Met as appointed, Passed by together;
5 Thi Kongerne samlede sig, rykked frem tilsammen;
They themselves, saw, So, were they amazed, Dismayed—they hurried way!
6 de saa og tav paa Stedet, flyed i Angst,
Trembling, seized them, there, Pangs. like hers who is in travail.
7 af Rædsel grebes de brat, af Veer som en, der føder.
With an east wind, wilt thou shatter the ships of Tarshish.
8 Med Østenstormen knuser du Tarsisskibe.
Just as we have heard, So, have we seen, In the city of Yahweh of hosts, In the city of our God, God himself, will establish her, unto times age-abiding. (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, upon thy lovingkindness, In the midst of thy temple:
10 I din Helligdom tænker vi, Gud, paa din Miskundhed;
According to thy Name, O God, So, be thy praise, unto the ends of the earth, With righteousness, is, thy right hand, filled.
11 som dit Navn saa lyder din Pris til Jordens Grænser. Din højre er fuld af Retfærd,
Let Mount Zion rejoice, Let the daughters of Judah exult, Because of thy judgments.
12 Zions Bjerg fryder sig, Judas Døtre jubler over dine Domme.
Go round Zion, and compass her about, Reckon up her towers;
13 Drag rundt om Zion, gaa rundt og tæl dets Taarne,
Apply your mind to her rampart, Pass between her palaces, That ye may recount them to an after 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, to times age-abiding and beyond, He himself, will conduct us till death.

< Salme 48 >