Salme 47

1 Til Sangmesteren. Af Koras Sønner. En Salme.

Unto the end, for the sons of Core. O clap your hands, all ye nations: shout unto God with the voice of Joy,

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

For the Lord is high, terrible: a great king over all the earth.

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

He hath subdued the people under us; and the nations under our feet.

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

He hath chosen for us his inheritance the beauty of Jacob which he hath loved.

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

God is ascended with jubilee, and the Lord with the sound of trumpet.

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

Sing praises to our God, sing ye: sing praises to our king, sing ye.

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

For God is the king of all the earth: sing ye wisely.

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

God shall reign over the nations: God sitteth on his holy throne.

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 princes of the people are gathered together, with the God of Abraham: for the strong gods of the earth are exceedingly exalted.