Psalms 48
1 A SONG. A PSALM OF THE SONS OF KORAH. Great [is] YHWH, and greatly praised, In the city of our God—His holy hill.
En Sang, en Psalme af Koras Børn.
2 Beautiful [for] elevation, A joy of all the land, [is] Mount Zion, The sides of the north, the city of [the] great King.
Herren er stor og saare priselig, i vor Guds Stad, paa hans hellige Bjerg.
3 God is known for a tower in her high places.
Zions Bjerg hæver sig smukt, er det ganske Lands Glæde, yderst imod Nord, den store Konges Stad.
4 For behold, the kings met, they passed by together,
Gud i dens Paladser er kendt som en fast Borg.
5 They have seen—so they have marveled, They have been troubled, they were hurried away.
Thi se, Kongerne havde samlet sig; de forsvandt til Hobe.
6 Trembling has seized them there, Pain, as of a travailing woman.
De saa, straks forundrede de sig; de forfærdedes, de hastede bort.
7 By an east wind You shatter ships of Tarshish.
Bævelse betog dem der, Angest som en Kvindes, der føder.
8 As we have heard, so we have seen, In the city of YHWH of hosts, In the city of our God, God establishes her for all time. (Selah)
Ved Østenvejr sønderbryder du Tharsis's Skibe.
9 We have thought, O God, of Your kindness, In the midst of Your temple,
Ligesom vi havde hørt, saaledes saa vi det i den Herre Zebaoths Stad, i vor Guds Stad; Gud befæster den indtil evig Tid. (Sela)
10 As [is] Your Name, O God, so [is] Your praise, Over the ends of the earth, Righteousness has filled Your right hand.
O Gud! vi tænke paa din Miskundhed midt i dit Tempel.
11 Mount Zion rejoices, The daughters of Judah are joyful, For the sake of Your judgments.
O Gud! som dit Navn er, saa er din Pris indtil Jordens Ender; din højre Haand er fuld af Retfærdighed.
12 Surround Zion, and go around her, count her towers,
Zions Bjerg glæder sig, Judas Døtre fryde sig for dine Dommes Skyld.
13 Set your heart to her bulwark, Consider her high places, So that you recount to a later generation,
Gaar omkring Zion, rundt omkring den, tæller dens Taarne!
14 That this God [is] our God—For all time and forever, He leads us over death!
Lægger Mærke til dens Mur, betragter nøje dens Paladser, at I kunne fortælle det for den Slægt, som kommer. Thi her er Gud, vor Gud, evindelig og altid, han skal ledsage os til evige Tider.
