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.

Pesem in psalm naslednikom Koretovim. Velik je Gospod in hvaljen silno, v mestu Boga našega, na gori svetosti svoje:

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.

V lepoti kraja, veselji vse zemlje, na gori Sijonski, na severni strani v mestu kralja vélikega.

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

Bog v dvorih njegovih spoznava se za grad.

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

Ker, glej, sešli so se kralji, šli so vkup.

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

Sami so videli, vkup so strmeli, zmedli so se, izbežali urno.

6 There sorewis as of a womman trauelynge of child;

Trepet jih je obšel tam, bolečina kakor porodnico.

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

Z burjo razbijaš ladije morske.

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.

Kakor smo slišali, tako smo videli v mestu Gospoda vojnih krdél, v mestu Boga našega; Bog ga utrjuje na veke.

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

Milost tvojo premišljamo, o Bog, sredi tvojega svetišča.

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

Kakor ime tvoje, tako je slava tvoja noter do krajev zemlje; pravice je polna desnica tvoja.

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

Veselí se naj gora Sijonska, radujejo se hčere Judove zavoljo sodeb tvojih.

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

Obhajajte Sijon, in obdajajte ga; štejte stolpe njegove.

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.

Upirajte misli svoje na trdnjavo, povzdignite oči k dvorom njegovim, da oznanjate prihodnjemu rodu.

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.

Ker ta je naš Bog na vedno večne čase; ta nas bode vodil noter do smrti.