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.

The song of salm, of the sones of Chore. The Lord is greet, and worthi to be preisid ful myche; in the citee of oure God, in the hooli hil of hym.

2 Beautiful in loftiness, the joy of all the earth, like the peaks of Zaphon is Mount Zion, the city of the great King.

It is foundid in the ful out ioiyng of al erthe; the hil of Syon; the sidis of the north, the citee of the greet kyng.

3 God is in her citadels; He has shown Himself to be a fortress.

God schal be knowun in the housis therof; whanne he schal take it.

4 For behold, the kings assembled; they all advanced together.

For lo! the kyngis of erthe weren gaderid togidere; thei camen into o place.

5 They saw and were astounded; they fled in terror.

Thei seynge so wondriden; thei weren disturblid, thei weren mouyd togidere, tremblyng took hem.

6 Trembling seized them there, anguish like a woman in labor.

There sorewis as of a womman trauelynge of child;

7 With a wind from the east You wrecked the ships of Tarshish.

in a greet spirit thou schalt al to-breke the schippis of Tharsis.

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.

As we herden, so we sien, in the citee of the Lord of vertues, in the citee of oure God; God hath foundid that citee with outen ende.

9 Within Your temple, O God, we contemplate Your loving devotion.

God, we han resseyued thi mercy; in the myddis of thi temple.

10 Your name, O God, like Your praise, reaches to the ends of the earth; Your right hand is full of righteousness.

Aftir thi name, God, so thin heriyng is spred abrood in to the endis of erthe; thi riyt hond is ful of riytfulnesse.

11 Mount Zion is glad, the daughters of Judah rejoice, on account of Your judgments.

The hil of Sion be glad, and the douytris of Judee be fulli ioiful; for thi domes, Lord.

12 March around Zion, encircle her, count her towers,

Cumpasse ye Syon, and biclippe ye it; telle ye in the touris therof.

13 consider her ramparts, tour her citadels, that you may tell the next generation.

Sette ye youre hertis in the vertu of him; and departe ye the housis of hym, that ye telle out in an other generacioun.

14 For this God is our God forever and ever; He will be our guide even till death.

For this is God, oure God, in to withouten ende, and in to the world of world; he schal gouerne vs in to worldis.