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 leader of the music. A psalm of the sons of Korah.” O clap your hands, all ye nations! 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 terrible is Jehovah, the 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 hath subdued nations under us, And kingdoms under our feet;

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

He hath chosen for us an inheritance, The glory of Jacob, whom he loved. (Pause)

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

God goeth up with a shout; Jehovah 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 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 to him hymns of praise!

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 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 nations gather themselves together To the people of the God of Abraham; For the mighty of the earth belong to God; He is supremely exalted.