Salme 47

1 Til Sangmesteren. Af Koras Sønner. En Salme.

O clap your hands, all ye people; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.

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

For Yhwh most high is terrible; he is a great King over all the earth.

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

He shall subdue the people under us, and the nations under our feet.

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

He shall choose 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 with a shout, Yhwh with the sound of a trumpet.

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 with understanding.

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

God reigneth over the heathen: 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 princes of the people are gathered together, even the people of the God of Abraham: for the shields of the earth belong unto God: he is greatly exalted.