Psalm 48
A song. A psalm of the Korahites.
Great is the Lord and worthy all praise
in the city of our God.
His holy mountain, 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.
Once God made himself known
as the defence of her palaces.
For see! A concert of kings
passed over the frontier together.
But one glance, and they were astounded;
they hastened away in dismay.
Trembling took hold of them there,
like the pains of a woman in labor.
They were shattered, as east wind shatters
the giant ships in pieces.
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.
We think, O God, of your love,
in the midst of your temple.
10 Your fame, O God, like your name, shall extend
to the ends of the earth.
Victory fills your hand.
11 Let mount Zion be glad;
let the daughters of Judah rejoice
because of your judgments.
12 Walk about Zion, go round her;
count her towers.
13 Set your mind on her ramparts,
consider her palaces;
that you tell to the next generation
14 That such is God,
our God he it is who shall guide us
for ever and ever.