Salme 47

1 Til Sangmesteren; af Koras Børn; en Psalme.

“To the chief musician, a psalm for the sons of Korach.” All ye people, clap your hands; 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, fear-inspiring; he is a great king over all the earth.

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

He will subdue people under us, and nations under our feet.

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

He will choose for us our inheritance, the excellency of Jacob which he loveth. (Selah)

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

God ascendeth amid a triumphal shout, the Lord, amid the sound of the cornet.

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 King of all the earth: sing ye praises with understanding.

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 nobles of the people are gathered together, [to be with] the people of the God of Abraham; for unto God belong the shields of the earth: he is greatly exalted.