Salme 47

1 (Til sangmesteren. Af Koras sønner. En salme.) Alle Folkeslag, klap i Hænderne, bryd ud i jublende Lovsang for Gud!

For the end, a Psalm for the sons of Core. Clap your hands, all ye nations; shout to God with a voice of exultation.

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

For the Lord most high is terrible; [he is] a great king over all the earth.

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

He has subdued the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.

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

He has chosen out his inheritance for us, the beauty of Jacob which he loved. (Pause)

5 Gud steg op under Jubel, HERREN under Homets Klang.

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

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

Sing praises to our God, sing praises: sing praises to our King, sing praises.

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

For God is king of all the earth: sing praises with understanding.

8 Gud har vist, han er Folkenes Konge, på sin hellige Trone har Gud taget Sæde.

God reigns over the nations: God sits upon the throne of his holiness.

9 Folkenes Stormænd samles med Folket, der tilhører Abrahams Gud; thi Guds er Jordens Skjolde, højt ophøjet er han!

The rulers of the people are assembled with the God of Abraam: for God's mighty ones of the earth have been greatly exalted.