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.

Načelniku gódbe; med nasledniki Koretovimi, psalm. Vsa ljudstva ploskajte z roko, ukajte Bogu z donečim glasom.

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

Ker Gospod najvišji, čestiti, kralj velik je nad vso zemljo.

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

V hlev goni ljudstva, v naš kraj, in narode v kraj naših nóg.

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

Odbira nam posestvo naše, diko Jakoba, katerega ljubi nad vse.

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

Gor gré Bog z veselim glasom, Gospod s trombe bučanjem.

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

Prepevajte Bogu, prepevajte; prepevajte kralju našemu, prepevajte!

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

Ker vse zemlje kralj je Bog, prepevajte s pesmijo ukovito!

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

Bog kraljuje nad narodi; Bog sedí na prestolu svetosti svoje.

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.

Radovoljni se zbirajo iz ljudstev, ljudstvo Boga Abrahamovega, ker Božje so hrambe dežele; silno je vzvišen.