Salme 47

1 Til Sangmesteren. Af Koras Sønner. En Salme.

For the Leader; a Psalm for the sons of Korah. O clap your hands, all ye peoples; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.

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

For the LORD is most high, awful; a great King over all the earth.

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

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

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

He chooseth our inheritance for us, the pride of Jacob whom He loveth. (Selah)

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

God is gone up amidst shouting, the LORD amidst the sound of the horn.

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

Sing praises to God, sing praises; sing praises unto our King, sing praises.

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

For God is the King of all the earth; sing ye praises in a skilful song.

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

God reigneth over the nations; God sitteth upon 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 peoples are gathered together, the people of the God of Abraham; for unto God belong the shields of the earth; He is greatly exalted.