Psalms 48

1 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.

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 elevation, the joy of all the land, Is Mount Zion, in the recesses of the north, —The city of a 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, in her palaces, is to be known as a high tower.

God in her high places is known for a tower.

4 For lo! Kings—Met as appointed, Passed by together;

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

5 They themselves, saw, So, were they amazed, Dismayed—they hurried way!

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

6 Trembling, seized them, there, Pangs. like hers who is in travail.

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

7 With an east wind, wilt thou shatter the ships of Tarshish.

By an east wind Thou shiverest ships of Tarshish.

8 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)

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 We have thought, O God, upon thy lovingkindness, In the midst of thy temple:

We have thought, O God, of Thy kindness, In the midst of Thy temple,

10 According to thy Name, O God, So, be thy praise, unto the ends of the earth, With righteousness, is, thy right hand, filled.

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

11 Let Mount Zion rejoice, Let the daughters of Judah exult, Because of thy judgments.

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

12 Go round Zion, and compass her about, Reckon up her towers;

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

13 Apply your mind to her rampart, Pass between her palaces, That ye may recount them to an after 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, to times age-abiding and beyond, He himself, will conduct us till death.

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