Salme 47

1 Til Sangmesteren; af Koras Børn; en Psalme.

[For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by the sons of Korah.] Oh clap your hands, all you nations. Shout to God with the voice of triumph.

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

For Jehovah Most High is awesome. He is a great King over all the earth.

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

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

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

He chooses our inheritance for us, the glory of Jacob whom he loved. (Selah)

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

God has gone up with a shout, Jehovah with the sound of a trumpet.

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

Sing praise 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 the King of all the earth. Sing praises with understanding.

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

God reigns over the nations. God 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 princes of the peoples are gathered together, the people of the God of Abraham. For the shields of the earth belong to God. He is greatly exalted.