The psalm begins: great is the Lord and greatly to be praised in the city of our God, his holy mountain. Beautiful in elevation, the joy of all the earth, is Mount Zion, in the far north, the city of the great King. Within her citadels God has made himself known as a fortress.
Then it tells what happened: the kings assembled; they came on together. When they saw it, they were astounded; they were in panic and took to flight. Trembling took hold of them there, anguish as of a woman in labor. By the east wind he shattered the ships of Tarshish. As we have heard, so have we seen in the city of the Lord of hosts, in the city of our God; God will establish her forever.
Within the temple the people think on God's steadfast love. His praise reaches to the ends of the earth, and his right hand is filled with righteousness. Mount Zion is glad and the daughters of Judah rejoice because of his judgments. The psalm invites us to walk about Zion, go around her, number her towers, consider her ramparts and go through her citadels, that we may tell the next generation. For this is God, our God forever and ever; he will guide us.