Salme 47

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

For the music director. A psalm of the sons of Korah. Everyone, clap your hands! Shout with joy to the Lord!

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

For the Lord Most High is awe-inspiring; he is the great King of all the earth.

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

He subdues other peoples under us; he puts nations under our feet.

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

He chose the land for us to own; the proud possession of Jacob's descendants whom he loves. (Selah)

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

God ascends his throne with a great shout, the Lord is accompanied by the sound of the trumpet.

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

Sing praises to 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 a psalm!

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

God rules over the nations; he sits on his holy throne.

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

The rulers of the nations gather together with the people of the God of Abraham, for the defenders of the earth belong to God. He is highly honored everywhere.