Salme 47

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

“For the leader of the music. A psalm of the sons of Korah.” O clap your hands, all ye nations! Shout unto God with the voice of triumph!

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

For terrible is Jehovah, the Most High, The great king over all the earth.

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

He hath subdued nations under us, And kingdoms under our feet;

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

He hath chosen for us an inheritance, The glory of Jacob, whom he loved. (Pause)

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

God goeth up with a shout; Jehovah with 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 to him hymns of praise!

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 princes of the nations gather themselves together To the people of the God of Abraham; For the mighty of the earth belong to God; He is supremely exalted.