Salme 47

1 Til Sangmesteren; af Koras Børn; en Psalme.

Unto the end, for the sons of Core. O clap your hands, all ye nations: shout unto God with the voice of Joy,

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

For the Lord is high, terrible: a great king over all the earth.

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

He hath subdued the people under us; and the nations under our feet.

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

He hath chosen for us his inheritance the beauty of Jacob which he hath loved.

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

God is ascended with jubilee, and the Lord with the sound of trumpet.

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

Sing praises to our God, sing ye: sing praises to our king, sing ye.

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

For God is the king of all the earth: sing ye wisely.

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

God shall reign over the nations: God sitteth on 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 princes of the people are gathered together, with the God of Abraham: for the strong gods of the earth are exceedingly exalted.