Psalms, 48

A song. A melody of the sons of Koʹrah.

¹ Jehovah is great and much to be praised In the city of our God, [in] his holy mountain.

² Pretty for loftiness, the exultation of the whole earth, Is Mount Zion on the remote sides of the north, The town of the grand King.

³ In her dwelling towers God himself has become known as a secure height.

⁴ For, look! the kings themselves have met by appointment, They have passed by together.

⁵ They themselves saw; [and] so they were amazed. They got disturbed, they were sent running in panic.

⁶ Trembling itself took hold of them there, Birth pangs like those of a woman giving birth.

⁷ With an east wind you wreck the ships of Tarʹshish.

⁸ Just as we have heard, so we have seen In the city of Jehovah of armies, in the city of our God. God himself will firmly establish it^*1 to time indefinite. Seʹlah.

⁹ We have pondered, O God, over your loving-kindness In the midst of your temple.

¹⁰ Like your name, O God, so your praise is To the borders of the earth. Your right hand is full of righteousness itself.

¹¹ May Mount Zion rejoice, May the dependent towns^*1 of Judah be joyful, on account of your judicial decisions.

¹² March around Zion, YOU people, and go about it, Count its towers.

¹³ Set YOUR hearts upon its rampart. Inspect^*1 its dwelling towers, In order that YOU may recount it to the future generation.

¹⁴ For this God is our God to time indefinite, even forever. He himself will guide us until [we] die.^*1