< Psalms 48 >

1 A Song, a Psalm, by sons of Korah. Great [is] Jehovah, and praised greatly, In the city of our God — His holy hill.
En Sang. En Salme af Koras Sønner.
2 Beautiful [for] elevation, A joy of all the land, [is] Mount Zion, The sides of the north, the city of a great king.
Stor og højlovet er vor Gud i sin Stad.
3 God in her high places is known for a tower.
Smukt løfter sig hans hellige Bjerg, al Jordens Fryd, Zions Bjerg i det højeste Nord, den store Konges By.
4 For, lo, the kings met, they passed by together,
Som Værn gjorde Gud sig kendt i dens Borge.
5 They have seen — so they have marvelled, They have been troubled, they were hastened away.
Thi Kongerne samlede sig, rykked frem tilsammen;
6 Trembling hath seized them there, Pain, as of a travailing woman.
de saa og tav paa Stedet, flyed i Angst,
7 By an east wind Thou shiverest ships of Tarshish.
af Rædsel grebes de brat, af Veer som en, der føder.
8 As we have heard, so we have seen, In the city of Jehovah of hosts, In the city of our God, God doth establish her — to the age. (Selah)
Med Østenstormen knuser du Tarsisskibe.
9 We have thought, O God, of Thy kindness, In the midst of Thy temple,
Som vi havde hørt det, saa vi det selv i Hærskarers HERRES By, i vor Guds By; til evig Tid lader Gud den staa. (Sela)
10 As [is] Thy name, O God, so [is] Thy praise, Over the ends of the earth, Righteousness hath filled Thy right hand.
I din Helligdom tænker vi, Gud, paa din Miskundhed;
11 Rejoice doth Mount Zion, The daughters of Judah are joyful, For the sake of Thy judgments.
som dit Navn saa lyder din Pris til Jordens Grænser. Din højre er fuld af Retfærd,
12 Compass Zion, and go round her, count her towers,
Zions Bjerg fryder sig, Judas Døtre jubler over dine Domme.
13 Set your heart to her bulwark, Consider her high places, So that ye recount to a later generation,
Drag rundt om Zion, gaa rundt og tæl dets Taarne,
14 That this God [is] our God — To the age and for ever, He — he doth lead us over death!
læg Mærke til dets Ringmur, gaa gennem dets Borge, at I kan melde Slægten, der kommer: Saadan er Gud, vor Gud for evigt og altid, han skal lede os. Al-mut.

< Psalms 48 >