Salme 47

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

For the chief musician. A psalm of the sons of Korah. Clap your hands, all you peoples; shout to God with the sound of triumph.

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

For Yahweh Most High is terrifying; he is a great King over all the earth.

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

He subdues peoples under us and nations under our feet.

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

He chooses our inheritance for us, the glory of Jacob whom he loved. (Selah)

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

God has gone up with a shout, Yahweh with the sound of a 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 the King over 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 on 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 peoples have gathered together to the people of the God of Abraham; for the shields of the earth belong to God; he is greatly exalted.