Salme 47

1 Til Sangmesteren; af Koras Børn; en Psalme.

For the music director. A psalm of the sons of Korah. Everyone, clap your hands! Shout with joy to the Lord!

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

For the Lord Most High is awe-inspiring; he is the great King of all the earth.

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

He subdues other peoples under us; he puts nations under our feet.

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

He chose the land for us to own; the proud possession of Jacob's descendants whom he loves. (Selah)

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

God ascends his throne with a great shout, the Lord is accompanied by the sound of the trumpet.

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

Sing praises to God, sing praises; sing praises to our King, sing praises!

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

For God is King of all the earth; sing praises with a psalm!

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

God rules over the nations; he sits 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 rulers of the nations gather together with the people of the God of Abraham, for the defenders of the earth belong to God. He is highly honored everywhere.