Psalms 48 · תהילים

A Song, A Psalm for the sons of Qoraĥ.

Great is the Lord, and highly to be praised in the city of our God, in the mountain of his holiness.

Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth: mount Żiyyon, the sides of the north, the city of the great King.

God is known in her palaces for a fortress.

For, lo, the kings were assembled, they came on together.

As soon as they saw, they were astounded; they were affrighted; they rushed away.

Fear took hold of them there, and pain, like a woman in travail.

Thou breakest the ships of Tarshish with an east wind.

As we have heard, so have we seen in the city of the Lord of hosts, in the city of our God: may God establish it for ever. (Sela.)

We have thought of Thy steadfast love, O God, in the midst of Thy temple.

According to Thy name, O God, so is Thy praise to the ends of the earth: Thy right hand is full of righteousness.

Let mount Żiyyon rejoice, let the daughters of Yehuda be glad, because of Thy judgments.

Walk about Żiyyon, and go round about her: count her towers.

Mark well her bulwarks, consider her palaces; that you may tell it to the generation following.

For such is God, our God, for ever and ever: he will be our guide to the death.