Salme 47

1 Til Sangmesteren; af Koras Børn; en Psalme.

To the chief Musician. Of the sons of Korah. A Psalm. All ye peoples, clap your hands; shout unto God with the voice of triumph!

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

For Jehovah, the Most High, is terrible, a great king over all the earth.

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

He subdueth the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.

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

He hath chosen our inheritance for us, the excellency of Jacob whom he loved. (Selah)

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

God is gone up amid shouting, Jehovah amid the sound of the trumpet.

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

Sing psalms of God, sing psalms; sing psalms unto 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 with understanding.

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

God reigneth over the nations; God sitteth upon the throne of his holiness.

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 willing-hearted of the peoples have gathered together, [with] the people of the God of Abraham. For unto God [belong] the shields of the earth: he is greatly exalted.