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.

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.

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

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.

3 God in her high places is known for a tower.

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

4 For, lo, the kings met, they passed by together,

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

5 They have seen — so they have marvelled, They have been troubled, they were hastened away.

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

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

There sorewis as of a womman trauelynge of child;

7 By an east wind Thou shiverest ships of Tarshish.

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

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)

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.

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

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

10 As [is] Thy name, O God, so [is] Thy praise, Over the ends of the earth, Righteousness hath filled Thy right hand.

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

11 Rejoice doth Mount Zion, The daughters of Judah are joyful, For the sake of Thy judgments.

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

12 Compass Zion, and go round her, count her towers,

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

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

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

14 That this God [is] our God — To the age and for ever, He — he doth lead us over death!

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