Salme 48
1 En Sang. En Salme af Koras Sønner.
A Song, a Psalm, by sons of Korah. Great [is] Jehovah, and praised greatly, 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 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 high places is known for a tower.
4 Som Værn gjorde Gud sig kendt i dens Borge.
For, lo, the kings met, they passed by together,
5 Thi Kongerne samlede sig, rykked frem tilsammen;
They have seen — so they have marvelled, They have been troubled, they were hastened away.
6 de saa og tav paa Stedet, flyed i Angst,
Trembling hath 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 Thou shiverest ships of Tarshish.
8 Med Østenstormen knuser du Tarsisskibe.
As we have heard, so we have seen, In the city of Jehovah of hosts, In the city of our God, God doth establish her — to the age. (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 Thy kindness, In the midst of Thy temple,
10 I din Helligdom tænker vi, Gud, paa din Miskundhed;
As [is] Thy name, O God, so [is] Thy praise, Over the ends of the earth, Righteousness hath filled Thy right hand.
11 som dit Navn saa lyder din Pris til Jordens Grænser. Din højre er fuld af Retfærd,
Rejoice doth Mount Zion, The daughters of Judah are joyful, For the sake of Thy judgments.
12 Zions Bjerg fryder sig, Judas Døtre jubler over dine Domme.
Compass Zion, and go round 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 ye 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 — To the age and for ever, He — he doth lead us over death!
