Salme 47

1 Til Sangmesteren; af Koras Børn; en Psalme.

Unto the end. A Psalm for the sons of Korah. All nations, clap your hands. Shout joyfully to God with a voice of exultation.

2 Alle Folkeslag! klapper i Haand, jubler for Gud med frydefuld Røst.

For the Lord is exalted and terrible: a great King over all the earth.

3 Thi Herren, den Højeste, er forfærdelig, en stor Konge over al Jorden.

He has subjected the peoples to us and subdued the nations under our feet.

4 Han tvinger Folkene under os, ja, Folkefærd under vore Fødder.

He has chosen us for his inheritance: the splendor of Jacob, whom he has loved.

5 Han udvælger til os vor Arv, Jakobs Herlighed, hvem han elsker. (Sela)

God ascends with jubilation, and the Lord with the voice of the trumpet.

6 Gud for op med Frydeklang, Herren med Basunes Lyd.

Sing psalms to our God, sing psalms. Sing psalms to our King, sing psalms.

7 Synger for Gud, synger; synger for vor Konge, synger Psalmer!

For God is the King of all the earth. Sing psalms wisely.

8 Thi Gud er al Jordens Konge; synger en lærerig Sang!

God will reign over the peoples. God sits upon his holy throne.

9 Gud regerer over Hedningerne, Gud sidder paa sin hellige Trone. Folkenes Fyrster samles til Abrahams Guds Folk; thi Jordens Skjolde høre Gud til, han er saare ophøjet.

The leaders of the peoples have been gathered together by the God of Abraham. For the strong gods of the earth have been exceedingly exalted.