Salme 47

1 Til Sangmesteren; af Koras Børn; en Psalme.

O clap your hands, all you people; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.

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

For the LORD most high is terrible; he is a great King over all the earth.

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

He shall subdue the people under us, and the nations under our feet.

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

He shall choose 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 with a shout, the LORD with the sound of a trumpet.

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 all of you praises with understanding.

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

God reigns over the heathen: God sits 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 princes of the people are gathered together, even the people of the God of Abraham: for the shields of the earth belong unto God: he is greatly exalted.