Salme 47

1 Til Sangmesteren. Af Koras Sønner. En Salme.

To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. O make a glad noise with your hands, all you peoples; letting your voices go up to God with joy.

2 Alle Folkeslag, klap i Hænderne, bryd ud i jublende Lovsang for Gud!

For the Lord Most High is to be feared; he is a great King over all the earth.

3 Thi HERREN, den Højeste, er frygtelig, en Konge stor over hele Jorden.

He will put down the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.

4 Han bøjede Folkefærd under os og Folkeslag under vor Fod;

He will give us our heritage, the glory of Jacob who is dear to him. (Selah)

5 han udvalgte os vor Arvelod, Jakob hans elskedes Stolthed. (Sela)

God has gone up with a glad cry, the Lord with the sound of the horn.

6 Gud steg op under Jubel, HERREN under Hornets Klang.

Give praises to God, make songs of praise; give praises to our King, make songs of praise.

7 Syng, ja syng for Gud, syng, ja syng for vor Konge;

For God is the King of all the earth; make songs of praise with knowledge.

8 thi han er al Jordens Konge, syng en Sang for Gud.

God is the ruler over the nations; God is on the high seat of his holy rule.

9 Gud har vist, han er Folkenes Konge, paa sin hellige Trone har Gud taget Sæde. Folkenes Stormænd samles med Folket, der tilhører Abrahams Gud; thi Guds er Jordens Skjolde, højt ophøjet er han!

The rulers of the peoples have come together, with the people of the God of Abraham; because the powers of the earth are God's: he is lifted up on high.