To the choirmaster. A Psalm of the Sons of Korah.
[48:1] Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised in the city of our God! His holy mountain,
[48:2] beautiful in elevation, is the joy of all the earth, Mount Zion, in the far north, the city of the great King.
[48:3] Within her citadels God has made himself known as a fortress.
[48:4] For behold, the kings assembled; they came on together.
[48:5] As soon as they saw it, they were astounded; they were in panic; they took to flight.
[48:6] Trembling took hold of them there, anguish as of a woman in labor.
[48:7] By the east wind you shattered the ships of Tarshish.
[48:8] As we have heard, so have we seen in the city of the Lord of hosts, in the city of our God, which God will establish forever.
[48:9] We have thought on your steadfast love, O God, in the midst of your temple.
[48:10] As your name, O God, so your praise reaches to the ends of the earth. Your right hand is filled with righteousness.
[48:11] Let Mount Zion be glad! Let the daughters of Judah rejoice because of your judgments!
[48:12] Walk about Zion, go around her, number her towers,
[48:13] consider well her ramparts, go through her citadels, that you may tell the next generation
[48:14] that this is God, our God forever and ever. He will guide us forever.