< Psalms 48 >

1 A song. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised in the city of our God, His holy mountain.
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 Beautiful in loftiness, the joy of all the earth, like the peaks of Zaphon is Mount Zion, the city of the great King.
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 God is in her citadels; He has shown Himself to be a fortress.
God, in her palaces, is to be known as a high tower.
4 For behold, the kings assembled; they all advanced together.
For lo! Kings—Met as appointed, Passed by together;
5 They saw and were astounded; they fled in terror.
They themselves, saw, So, were they amazed, Dismayed—they hurried way!
6 Trembling seized them there, anguish like a woman in labor.
Trembling, seized them, there, Pangs. like hers who is in travail.
7 With a wind from the east You wrecked the ships of Tarshish.
With an east wind, wilt thou shatter the ships of Tarshish.
8 As we have heard, so we have seen in the city of the LORD of Hosts, in the city of our God: God will establish her forever.
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 Within Your temple, O God, we contemplate Your loving devotion.
We have thought, O God, upon thy lovingkindness, In the midst of thy temple:
10 Your name, O God, like Your praise, reaches to the ends of the earth; Your right hand is full of righteousness.
According to thy Name, O God, So, be thy praise, unto the ends of the earth, With righteousness, is, thy right hand, filled.
11 Mount Zion is glad, the daughters of Judah rejoice, on account of Your judgments.
Let Mount Zion rejoice, Let the daughters of Judah exult, Because of thy judgments.
12 March around Zion, encircle her, count her towers,
Go round Zion, and compass her about, Reckon up her towers;
13 consider her ramparts, tour her citadels, that you may tell the next generation.
Apply your mind to her rampart, Pass between her palaces, That ye may recount them to an after generation;
14 For this God is our God forever and ever; He will be our guide even till death.
For, this God, is our God, to times age-abiding and beyond, He himself, will conduct us till death.

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