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 him that excelleth. A Psalme committed to the sonnes of Korah. All people clap your hands: sing loude vnto God with a ioyfull voyce.

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

For the Lord is high, and terrible: a great King ouer all the earth.

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

He hath subdued the people vnder vs, and the nations vnder our feete.

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

Hee hath chosen our inheritance for vs: euen the glory of Iaakob whom he loued. (Selah)

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

God is gone vp with triumph, euen the Lord, with the sound of the trumpet.

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

Sing prayses to God, sing prayses: sing prayses vnto our King, sing prayses.

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 prayses euery one that hath vnderstanding.

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

God reigneth ouer the heathen: God sitteth vpon 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 princes of the people are gathered vnto the people of the God of Abraham: for the shields of the world belong to God: he is greatly to be exalted.