Psalms 47

1 To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. O make a glad noise with your hands, all you peoples; letting your voices go up to God with joy.

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

2 For the Lord Most High is to be feared; he is a great King over all the earth.

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

3 He will put down the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.

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

4 He will give us our heritage, the glory of Jacob who is dear to him. (Selah)

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

5 God has gone up with a glad cry, the Lord with the sound of the horn.

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

6 Give praises to God, make songs of praise; give praises to our King, make songs of praise.

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

7 For God is the King of all the earth; make songs of praise with knowledge.

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

8 God is the ruler over the nations; God is on the high seat of his holy rule.

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

9 The rulers of the peoples have come together, with the people of the God of Abraham; because the powers of the earth are God's: he is lifted up on high.

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.