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 psalm of the sons of Korah.” Great is Jehovah, and greatly to be praised In the city of our God, upon his holy mountain.

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 in its elevation is Mount Zion, The joy of the whole earth; The joy of the farthest North is the city of the great king;

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

In her palaces God is known as a refuge.

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

For, lo! kings were assembled against it; They passed away together.

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

As soon as they saw, they were astonished; They were confounded, and hasted away.

6 There sorewis as of a womman trauelynge of child;

There terror seized upon them, —Pain, as of a woman in travail;

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

As when the east wind breaketh in pieces The 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 have we seen In the city of the LORD of hosts, in the city of our God; God will establish it for ever. (Pause)

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

We think of thy loving-kindness, O God! In the midst of thy 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 thy name, O God! so thy praise, extendeth to the ends of the earth; Thy right hand is full of righteousness.

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

Mount Zion rejoiceth, The daughters of Judah exult, On account of thy righteous judgments.

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

Go round about Zion; number 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.

Mark well her bulwarks; count her palaces; That ye may tell it to the next 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.

For this God is our God for ever and ever; He will be our guide unto death.