A Song of the Holy City
A song. A psalm of the sons of Korah.
48 1 Great is our Father, and greatly to be praised, in the city of our Father, on his holy mountain. 2 Beautiful in its heights, the joy of all the earth, is Mount Zion, the far reaches of the north, the city of the great King. a a v2 "The far reaches of the north" is an ancient poetic name for the divine mountain, here applied to Mount Zion as God's holy dwelling. 3 Our Father, within her citadels, has made himself known as a fortress.
4 For look, the kings assembled; together they advanced. 5 They saw, and at once they were astounded; they were terrified, they fled in alarm. 6 Trembling seized them there, anguish like a woman in labor. 7 With the east wind you shattered the ships of Tarshish.
8 As we have heard, so we have seen, in the city of the Father of heaven's armies, in the city of our Father; he establishes her forever. Selah.
9 We have pondered your covenant love, our Father, within your temple. 10 Like your name, our Father, so is your praise to the ends of the earth; your right hand is full of righteousness. 11 Let Mount Zion be glad, let the daughters of Judah rejoice, because of your judgments.
12 Walk about Zion, go around her; count her towers. 13 Mark her ramparts well, pass through her citadels, that you may tell the next generation.
14 For this is our Father, ours forever and ever; he will be our guide to the end.