Salme 47

1 Til Sangmesteren; af Koras Børn; en Psalme.

For the chief musician. A psalm of the sons of Korah. Clap your hands, all you peoples; shout to God with the sound of triumph.

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

For Yahweh Most High is terrifying; he is a great King over all the earth.

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

He subdues peoples under us and nations 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, Yahweh with the sound of a 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 the King over 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 have gathered together to the people of the God of Abraham; for the shields of the earth belong to God; he is greatly exalted.