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 Song, a Psalm, by sons of Korah. Great [is] Jehovah, and praised greatly, In the city of our God — His holy hill.

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 [for] elevation, A joy of all the land, [is] Mount Zion, The sides 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 high places is known for a tower.

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

For, lo, the kings met, they passed by together,

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

They have seen — so they have marvelled, They have been troubled, they were hastened away.

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

Trembling hath seized them there, Pain, as of a travailing woman.

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

By an east wind Thou shiverest 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.

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

We have thought, O God, of Thy kindness, 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.

As [is] Thy name, O God, so [is] Thy praise, Over the ends of the earth, Righteousness hath filled Thy right hand.

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

Rejoice doth Mount Zion, The daughters of Judah are joyful, For the sake of Thy judgments.

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

Compass Zion, and go round her, count her towers,

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

Set your heart to her bulwark, Consider her high places, So that ye recount to a later generation,

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

That this God [is] our God — To the age and for ever, He — he doth lead us over death!