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.

O clap your hands, all you people; 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 the LORD most high is terrible; he is a great King over all the earth.

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

He shall subdue the people 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 shall choose 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 with a shout, the LORD with the sound of a trumpet.

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 unto our King, sing praises.

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 all of you praises with understanding.

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

God reigns over the heathen: God sits 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 princes of the people are gathered together, even the people of the God of Abraham: for the shields of the earth belong unto God: he is greatly exalted.