Psalm 48 Thursday Morning 1
Yahweh is great * and must be highly praised.
In the city of our God * is his holy mountain.
The most beautiful peak, * the joy of all the earth,
Zion is the true capital, * the city of the Great King.
God is its fortress, * its proven stronghold.
For the kings assembled; * together they attacked.
When they saw it they were so amazed * that they panicked and turned to flee.
Panic seized them, * yes, anguish like childbirth,
as when the ships of Tarshish * are shattered by the east wind.
As we have heard, * so we have seen
in the city of Yahweh of Armies, * in the city of our God.
God will make it secure * forever and ever.
In the midst of your temple, God, * we have recalled your kindness.
Like your heavens, God, * so your praise reaches the ends of the earth.
Your right hand is so generous; * let Mount Zion rejoice,
the villages of Judah be glad, * because of all you did for them.
Walk all around Mount Zion, * count its towers;
take note of its wall * and examine its defences,
that you may tell the next generation: * “This belongs to God.”
Our eternal and everlasting God: * he will guide us forever.