Salme 47

1 Til Sangmesteren; af Koras Børn; en Psalme.

“For the leader of the music. A psalm of the sons of Korah.” O clap your hands, all ye nations! Shout unto God with the voice of triumph!

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

For terrible is Jehovah, the Most High, The great king over all the earth.

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

He hath subdued nations under us, And kingdoms under our feet;

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

He hath chosen for us an inheritance, The glory of Jacob, whom he loved. (Pause)

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

God goeth up with a shout; Jehovah with 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 to him hymns of praise!

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 nations gather themselves together To the people of the God of Abraham; For the mighty of the earth belong to God; He is supremely exalted.