Salme 47

1 Til Sangmesteren. Af Koras Sønner. En Salme.

For the leader. Of the Korahites. A psalm. Clap your hands, all you peoples: shout to God in ringing cries.

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

For the Lord is most high and dread, a great king over all the earth.

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

He subdues the peoples under us, the nations under our feet;

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

he chooses our heritage for us, the glory of Jacob whom he loves. (Selah)

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

God is gone up with a shout, the Lord with the sound of a trumpet.

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

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

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

For king of all earth is he: praise God in a skilful song.

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

God is king over all the nations, God sits 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!

Princes of nations gather with the people of Abraham’s God: for the shields of the earth are God’s; greatly exalted is he.