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.

To the chief Musician. Of the sons of Korah. A Psalm. All ye peoples, clap your hands; shout unto God with the voice of triumph!

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

For Jehovah, the Most High, is terrible, a great king over all the earth.

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

He subdueth the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.

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

He hath chosen our inheritance for us, the excellency of Jacob whom he loved. (Selah)

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

God is gone up amid shouting, Jehovah amid the sound of the trumpet.

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

Sing psalms of God, sing psalms; sing psalms unto our King, sing psalms!

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

For God is the King of all the earth; sing psalms with understanding.

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

God reigneth over the nations; God sitteth upon the throne of his holiness.

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 willing-hearted of the peoples have gathered together, [with] the people of the God of Abraham. For unto God [belong] the shields of the earth: he is greatly exalted.