Psalms 47

1 O clap your hands, all ye peoples. Shout to God with the voice of triumph.

Til Sangmesteren; af Koras Børn; en Psalme.

2 For Jehovah Most High is awesome. He is a great King over all the earth.

Alle Folkeslag! klapper i Haand, jubler for Gud med frydefuld Røst.

3 He subdues peoples under us, and nations under our feet.

Thi Herren, den Højeste, er forfærdelig, en stor Konge over al Jorden.

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

Han tvinger Folkene under os, ja, Folkefærd under vore Fødder.

5 God has gone up with a shout, Jehovah with the sound of a trumpet.

Han udvælger til os vor Arv, Jakobs Herlighed, hvem han elsker. (Sela)

6 Sing praise to God, sing praises. Sing praises to our King, sing praises.

Gud for op med Frydeklang, Herren med Basunes Lyd.

7 For God is the King of all the earth. Sing ye praises with understanding.

Synger for Gud, synger; synger for vor Konge, synger Psalmer!

8 God reigns over the nations. God sits upon his holy throne.

Thi Gud er al Jordens Konge; synger en lærerig Sang!

9 The nobles of the peoples are gathered together, the people of the God of Abraham. For the shields of the earth belong to God. He is greatly exalted.

Gud regerer over Hedningerne, Gud sidder paa sin hellige Trone. Folkenes Fyrster samles til Abrahams Guds Folk; thi Jordens Skjolde høre Gud til, han er saare ophøjet.