Psalms 48
1 Orin. Saamu ti àwọn ọmọ Kora. Ẹni ńlá ní Olúwa, tí ó sì yẹ láti máa yìn ní ìlú Ọlọ́run wa, lórí òkè mímọ́ rẹ̀.
A Song, a Psalm, by sons of Korah. Great [is] Jehovah, and praised greatly, In the city of our God — His holy hill.
2 Ó dára nínú ipò ìtẹ́ rẹ̀, ayọ̀ gbogbo ayé, òkè Sioni, ní ìhà àríwá ní ìlú ọba ńlá.
Beautiful [for] elevation, A joy of all the land, [is] Mount Zion, The sides of the north, the city of a great king.
3 Ọlọ́run wà nínú ààbò ààfin rẹ̀; ó fi ara rẹ̀ hàn láti jẹ́ odi alágbára.
God in her high places is known for a tower.
4 Nígbà tí àwọn ọba kógun jọ pọ̀, wọ́n jùmọ̀ ń kọjá lọ.
For, lo, the kings met, they passed by together,
5 Wọn rí i, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ẹnu sì yà wọ́n, a yọ wọ́n lẹ́nu, wọ́n yára lọ.
They have seen — so they have marvelled, They have been troubled, they were hastened away.
6 Ẹ̀rù sì bà wọ́n níbẹ̀, ìrora gẹ́gẹ́ bí obìnrin tí ó wà nínú ìrọbí.
Trembling hath seized them there, Pain, as of a travailing woman.
7 Ìwọ bà wọ́n jẹ́ gẹ́gẹ́ bí ọkọ̀ orí omi Tarṣiṣi, wọ́n fọ́nká láti ọwọ́ ìjì ìlà-oòrùn.
By an east wind Thou shiverest ships of Tarshish.
8 Gẹ́gẹ́ bí a ṣe gbọ́, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni àwa rí, ní inú Olúwa àwọn ọmọ-ogun ní ìlú Ọlọ́run wa, Ọlọ́run jẹ́ kí ó wà ní abẹ́ ààbò títí láéláé. (Sela)
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)
9 Láàrín tẹmpili rẹ, Ọlọ́run, àwa ti ń sọ ti ìṣeun ìfẹ́ rẹ.
We have thought, O God, of Thy kindness, In the midst of Thy temple,
10 Gẹ́gẹ́ bí orúkọ rẹ Ọlọ́run, ìyìn rẹ̀ dé òpin ayé, ọwọ́ ọ̀tún rẹ kún fún òdodo.
As [is] Thy name, O God, so [is] Thy praise, Over the ends of the earth, Righteousness hath filled Thy right hand.
11 Jẹ́ kí òkè Sioni kí ó yọ̀ kí inú àwọn ọmọbìnrin Juda kí ó dùn nítorí ìdájọ́ rẹ.
Rejoice doth Mount Zion, The daughters of Judah are joyful, For the sake of Thy judgments.
12 Rìn Sioni kiri lọ yíká rẹ̀, ka ilé ìṣọ́ rẹ̀.
Compass Zion, and go round her, count her towers,
13 Kíyèsi odi rẹ̀, kíyèsi àwọn ààfin rẹ̀ kí ẹ̀yin lè máa wí fún ìran tí ń bọ̀.
Set your heart to her bulwark, Consider her high places, So that ye recount to a later generation,
14 Nítorí Ọlọ́run yìí Ọlọ́run wà ní títí ayé, Òun ni yóò ṣe amọ̀nà wa títí dè òpin ayé.
That this God [is] our God — To the age and for ever, He — he doth lead us over death!
