Psalms 47

1 For the choirmaster. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. Clap your hands, all you peoples; shout unto God with a voice of triumph.

Til Sangmesteren; af Koras Børn; en Psalme.

2 How awesome is the LORD Most High, the great King over all the earth!

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

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

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

4 He chooses our inheritance for us, the pride of Jacob, whom He loves.

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

5 God has ascended amid shouts of joy, the LORD with the sound of the horn.

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

6 Sing praises to God, sing praises; sing praises to our King, sing praises!

Gud for op med Frydeklang, Herren med Basunes Lyd.

7 For God is King of all the earth; sing profound praises to Him.

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

8 God reigns over the nations; God is seated on His holy throne.

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

9 The nobles of the nations have assembled as the people of the God of Abraham; for the shields of the earth belong to God; He is highly 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.