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.
Orin. Saamu ti àwọn ọmọ Kora. Ẹni ńlá ní Olúwa, tí ó sì yẹ láti máa yìn ní ìlú Ọlọ́run wa, lórí òkè mímọ́ rẹ̀.
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.
Ó dára nínú ipò ìtẹ́ rẹ̀, ayọ̀ gbogbo ayé, òkè Sioni, ní ìhà àríwá ní ìlú ọba ńlá.
3 God, in her palaces, is to be known as a high tower.
Ọlọ́run wà nínú ààbò ààfin rẹ̀; ó fi ara rẹ̀ hàn láti jẹ́ odi alágbára.
4 For lo! Kings—Met as appointed, Passed by together;
Nígbà tí àwọn ọba kógun jọ pọ̀, wọ́n jùmọ̀ ń kọjá lọ.
5 They themselves, saw, So, were they amazed, Dismayed—they hurried way!
Wọn rí i, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ẹnu sì yà wọ́n, a yọ wọ́n lẹ́nu, wọ́n yára lọ.
6 Trembling, seized them, there, Pangs. like hers who is in travail.
Ẹ̀rù sì bà wọ́n níbẹ̀, ìrora gẹ́gẹ́ bí obìnrin tí ó wà nínú ìrọbí.
7 With an east wind, wilt thou shatter the ships of Tarshish.
Ìwọ bà wọ́n jẹ́ gẹ́gẹ́ bí ọkọ̀ orí omi Tarṣiṣi, wọ́n fọ́nká láti ọwọ́ ìjì ìlà-oòrùn.
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)
Gẹ́gẹ́ bí a ṣe gbọ́, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni àwa rí, ní inú Olúwa àwọn ọmọ-ogun ní ìlú Ọlọ́run wa, Ọlọ́run jẹ́ kí ó wà ní abẹ́ ààbò títí láéláé. (Sela)
9 We have thought, O God, upon thy lovingkindness, In the midst of thy temple:
Láàrín tẹmpili rẹ, Ọlọ́run, àwa ti ń sọ ti ìṣeun ìfẹ́ rẹ.
10 According to thy Name, O God, So, be thy praise, unto the ends of the earth, With righteousness, is, thy right hand, filled.
Gẹ́gẹ́ bí orúkọ rẹ Ọlọ́run, ìyìn rẹ̀ dé òpin ayé, ọwọ́ ọ̀tún rẹ kún fún òdodo.
11 Let Mount Zion rejoice, Let the daughters of Judah exult, Because of thy judgments.
Jẹ́ kí òkè Sioni kí ó yọ̀ kí inú àwọn ọmọbìnrin Juda kí ó dùn nítorí ìdájọ́ rẹ.
12 Go round Zion, and compass her about, Reckon up her towers;
Rìn Sioni kiri lọ yíká rẹ̀, ka ilé ìṣọ́ rẹ̀.
13 Apply your mind to her rampart, Pass between her palaces, That ye may recount them to an after generation;
Kíyèsi odi rẹ̀, kíyèsi àwọn ààfin rẹ̀ kí ẹ̀yin lè máa wí fún ìran tí ń bọ̀.
14 For, this God, is our God, to times age-abiding and beyond, He himself, will conduct us till death.
Nítorí Ọlọ́run yìí Ọlọ́run wà ní títí ayé, Òun ni yóò ṣe amọ̀nà wa títí dè òpin ayé.
