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 Chief Musician. A Psalm by the sons of Korah.] Oh clap your hands, all you nations. Shout to 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 awesome. 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 subdues nations under 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 glory of Jacob whom he loved. (Selah)

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

God has 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 praise 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 the King of all the earth. Sing 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 nations. God sits 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 princes of the peoples are gathered together, the people of the God of Abraham. For the shields of the earth belong to God. He is greatly exalted.