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 Sønner. En Salme.

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

Alle Folkeslag, klap i Hænderne, bryd ud i jublende Lovsang for Gud!

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

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

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

Han bøjede Folkefærd under os og Folkeslag under vor Fod;

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

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

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

Gud steg op under Jubel, HERREN under Hornets Klang.

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

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

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

thi han er al Jordens Konge, syng en Sang for Gud.

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 har vist, han er Folkenes Konge, paa sin hellige Trone har Gud taget Sæde. Folkenes Stormænd samles med Folket, der tilhører Abrahams Gud; thi Guds er Jordens Skjolde, højt ophøjet er han!