A song. A melody of the sons of Korʹah.+
48 Jehovah is great and most worthy of praise
In the city of our God, in his holy mountain.
Is Mount Zion in the far north,
The city of the Grand King.+
5 When they saw it, they were amazed.
They panicked and fled in terror.
6 Trembling seized them there,
Anguish like that of a woman giving birth.
7 With an east wind you wreck the ships of Tarʹshish.
8 What we heard about, we have now seen for ourselves
In the city of Jehovah of armies, in the city of our God.
God will firmly establish it forever.+ (Selah)
Your right hand is filled with righteousness.+
Inspect its fortified towers,
So that you may tell about it to future generations.