A Song; a Psalm of the sons of Korah.
Oh, how great is the LORD who is worthy of praising,
in the city of God on his mountain, we sing.
It is lofty and high, and to earth — it's amazing!
On Mount Zion, the city and home of the King!
God, himself, is inside of Jerusalem's towers,
he has made himself known as the Rock of Defense.
When the kings joined together their forces and powers,
they advanced and passed by with their faux confidence.
But, as soon as they saw it they all were astounded;
they were troubled and panicked and fled in their fear.
In a frenzy they trembled, completely confounded,
in great anguish as mothers whose labors were here.
You destroyed them like ships in east winds without pity.
As we've heard, so we've seen with our eyes the allure —
for the LORD of the Armies is there in God's city,
in the city that God will forever make sure.
We have thought on your kindness in our meditation,
in the midst of your temple while worshiping you.
Like your name, you'll be praised until earth's termination;
God, your right hand is full of your righteousness, too.
Let Mount Zion be glad! All of Judah, delighted,
on account that your judgements are honest and fair.
Take a walk around Zion together, united;
count her towers to see just how many are there;
and remember her ramparts, her citadels, hallways,
to describe to the next generation beyond.
Because this God is our God forever and always;
and he'll guide us and lead us till all breath is gone.