Salme 47

1 Til Sangmesteren. Af Koras Sønner. En Salme.

To the chief Musician. Of the sons of Korah. A Psalm. All ye peoples, clap your hands; shout unto God with the voice of triumph!

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

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

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

He subdueth the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.

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

He hath chosen our inheritance for us, the excellency of Jacob whom he loved. (Selah)

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

God is gone up amid shouting, Jehovah amid the sound of the trumpet.

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

Sing psalms of God, sing psalms; sing psalms unto our King, sing psalms!

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

For God is the King of all the earth; sing psalms with understanding.

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

God reigneth over the nations; God sitteth upon the throne of his holiness.

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 willing-hearted of the peoples have gathered together, [with] the people of the God of Abraham. For unto God [belong] the shields of the earth: he is greatly exalted.