Salme 47

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

“To the chief musician, a psalm for the sons of Korach.” All ye people, clap your hands; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.

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

For the Lord is most high, fear-inspiring; he is a great king over all the earth.

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

He will subdue people under us, and nations under our feet.

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

He will choose for us our inheritance, the excellency of Jacob which he loveth. (Selah)

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

God ascendeth amid a triumphal shout, the Lord, amid the sound of the cornet.

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

Sing praises to God, sing praises: sing praises unto 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 ye praises with understanding.

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

God reigneth over the nations; God sitteth upon his holy throne.

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

The nobles of the people are gathered together, [to be with] the people of the God of Abraham; for unto God belong the shields of the earth: he is greatly exalted.