Psalms 48

1 The song of salm, of the sones of Chore. The Lord is greet, and worthi to be preisid ful myche; in the citee of oure God, in the hooli hil of hym.

A SONG. A PSALM OF THE SONS OF KORAH. Great [is] YHWH, and greatly praised, In the city of our God—His holy hill.

2 It is foundid in the ful out ioiyng of al erthe; the hil of Syon; the sidis of the north, the citee of the greet kyng.

Beautiful [for] elevation, A joy of all the land, [is] Mount Zion, The sides of the north, the city of [the] great King.

3 God schal be knowun in the housis therof; whanne he schal take it.

God is known for a tower in her high places.

4 For lo! the kyngis of erthe weren gaderid togidere; thei camen into o place.

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

5 Thei seynge so wondriden; thei weren disturblid, thei weren mouyd togidere, tremblyng took hem.

They have seen—so they have marveled, They have been troubled, they were hurried away.

6 There sorewis as of a womman trauelynge of child;

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

7 in a greet spirit thou schalt al to-breke the schippis of Tharsis.

By an east wind You shatter ships of Tarshish.

8 As we herden, so we sien, in the citee of the Lord of vertues, in the citee of oure God; God hath foundid that citee with outen ende.

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)

9 God, we han resseyued thi mercy; in the myddis of thi temple.

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

10 Aftir thi name, God, so thin heriyng is spred abrood in to the endis of erthe; thi riyt hond is ful of riytfulnesse.

As [is] Your Name, O God, so [is] Your praise, Over the ends of the earth, Righteousness has filled Your right hand.

11 The hil of Sion be glad, and the douytris of Judee be fulli ioiful; for thi domes, Lord.

Mount Zion rejoices, The daughters of Judah are joyful, For the sake of Your judgments.

12 Cumpasse ye Syon, and biclippe ye it; telle ye in the touris therof.

Surround Zion, and go around her, count her towers,

13 Sette ye youre hertis in the vertu of him; and departe ye the housis of hym, that ye telle out in an other generacioun.

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

14 For this is God, oure God, in to withouten ende, and in to the world of world; he schal gouerne vs in to worldis.

That this God [is] our God—For all time and forever, He leads us over death!