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. For the Sons of Korah. A Melody. All ye peoples, 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, Yahweh—as Most High, is to be revered, A great king, over all the earth,

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

He will subjugate, Peoples under us, and, Tribes of men beneath our feet.

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

He chooseth for us our inheritance, The excellence of Jacob, which he hath loved. (Selah)

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

God hath ascended with a shout, Yahweh, with the sound of a horn.

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

Sing praises unto 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, hath become king, over the nations, God, hath taken his seat upon his holy throne.

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

The willing-hearted of the peoples, have gathered themselves together, The people of the God of Abraham; For, to God, belong the shields of the earth, Greatly is he exalted.