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 Korahites. Great is the Lord and worthy all praise in the city of our God. 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.

that rises so fair, is the joy of all the world. Like the mount of the gods is Mount Zion, the city of the great king.

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

Once God made himself known as the defence of her palaces.

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

For see! A concert of kings passed over the frontier together.

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

But one glance, and they were astounded; they hastened away in dismay.

6 There sorewis as of a womman trauelynge of child;

Trembling took hold of them there, like the pains of a woman in labor.

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

They were shattered, as east wind shatters the giant ships in pieces.

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.

What we heard, we now have seen in the city of the Lord of hosts, the city of our God. God will uphold her forever. (Selah)

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

We think, O God, of your love, 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.

Your fame, O God, like your name, shall extend to the ends of the earth. Victory fills your hand.

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

Let mount Zion be glad; let the daughters of Judah rejoice because of your judgments.

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

Walk about Zion, go round 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 mind on her ramparts, consider her palaces; that you tell 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.

That such is God, our God he it is who shall guide us for ever and ever.