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; av Korahs barn; en salme. Klapp i hender, alle folk, juble for Gud med fryderop.

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

For Herren, den Høieste, er forferdelig, en stor konge over all jorden.

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

Han legger folkeslag under oss og folkeferd under våre føtter.

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

Han utvelger oss vår arvelodd, Jakobs, hans elskedes herlighet. (Sela)

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

Gud fór op under jubelrop, Herren under basuners lyd.

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

Lovsyng Gud, lovsyng! Lovsyng vår konge, lovsyng!

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

For Gud er all jordens konge; syng en sang som gjør vis!

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

Gud er konge over folkene, Gud har satt sig på sin hellige trone.

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.

Folkenes fyrster samler sig med Abrahams Guds folk; for jordens skjold hører Gud til, han er såre ophøiet.