Psalms 48
1 A song or Psalme committed to the sonnes of Korah. Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praysed, in the Citie of our God, euen vpon his holy Mountaine.
En Sang. En Salme af Koras Sønner.
2 Mount Zion, lying Northwarde, is faire in situation: it is the ioy of the whole earth, and the Citie of the great King.
Stor og højlovet er vor Gud i sin Stad.
3 In the palaces thereof God is knowen for a refuge.
Smukt løfter sig hans hellige Bjerg, al Jordens Fryd, Zions Bjerg i det højeste Nord, den store Konges By.
4 For lo, the Kings were gathered, and went together.
Som Værn gjorde Gud sig kendt i dens Borge.
5 When they sawe it, they marueiled: they were astonied, and suddenly driuen backe.
Thi Kongerne samlede sig, rykked frem tilsammen;
6 Feare came there vpon them, and sorowe, as vpon a woman in trauaile.
de saa og tav paa Stedet, flyed i Angst,
7 As with an East winde thou breakest the shippes of Tarshish, so were they destroyed.
af Rædsel grebes de brat, af Veer som en, der føder.
8 As we haue heard, so haue we seene in the citie of the Lord of hostes, in the Citie of our God: God will stablish it for euer. (Selah)
Med Østenstormen knuser du Tarsisskibe.
9 We waite for thy louing kindnes, O God, in the middes of thy Temple.
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)
10 O God, according vnto thy Name, so is thy prayse vnto the worlds end: thy right hand is full of righteousnes.
I din Helligdom tænker vi, Gud, paa din Miskundhed;
11 Let mount Zion reioyce, and the daughters of Iudah be glad, because of thy iudgements.
som dit Navn saa lyder din Pris til Jordens Grænser. Din højre er fuld af Retfærd,
12 Compasse about Zion, and goe round about it, and tell the towres thereof.
Zions Bjerg fryder sig, Judas Døtre jubler over dine Domme.
13 Marke well the wall thereof: beholde her towres, that ye may tell your posteritie.
Drag rundt om Zion, gaa rundt og tæl dets Taarne,
14 For this God is our God for euer and euer: he shall be our guide vnto the death.
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.
