Salme 47

1 Til Sangmesteren; af Koras Børn; en Psalme.

For the Leader; a Psalm for the sons of Korah. O clap your hands, all ye peoples; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.

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

For the LORD is most high, awful; a great King over all the earth.

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

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

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

He chooseth our inheritance for us, the pride of Jacob whom He loveth. (Selah)

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

God is gone up amidst shouting, the LORD amidst the sound of the horn.

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

Sing praises to God, sing praises; sing praises unto our King, sing praises.

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

For God is the King of all the earth; sing ye praises in a skilful song.

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

God reigneth over the nations; God sitteth 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 princes of the peoples are gathered together, the people of the God of Abraham; for unto God belong the shields of the earth; He is greatly exalted.