Psalms 47

1 For the end, a Psalm for the sons of Core. Clap your hands, all ye nations; shout to God with a voice of exultation.

Aka mawt ham Korah ca rhoek kah Tingtoenglung Pilnam boeih loh kut paeng uh lamtah tamlung ol neh Pathen taengah yuhui uh lah.

2 For the Lord most high is terrible; [he is] a great king over all the earth.

Khohni Yahweh tah rhih om tloe tih diklai pum kah manghai tanglue la om.

3 He has subdued the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.

Pilnam rhoek te mamih hmuila, namtu rhoek te mamih kho hmuila a hlak.

4 He has chosen out his inheritance for us, the beauty of Jacob which he loved. (Pause)

A lungnah Jakob kah a mingthennah, mamih kah rho te mamih ham a tuek. (Selah)

5 God is gone up with a shout, the Lord with a sound of a trumpet.

Pathen tah tamlung neh, BOEIPA tah tuki ol neh luei coeng.

6 Sing praises to our God, sing praises: sing praises to our King, sing praises.

Pathen te tingtoeng uh, tingtoeng uh, mamih kah manghai te tingtoeng uh, tingtoeng uh.

7 For God is king of all the earth: sing praises with understanding.

Diklai pum kah Pathen Manghai he hlohlai neh tingtoeng uh.

8 God reigns over the nations: God sits upon the throne of his holiness.

Pathen tah Namtom boeih soah manghai coeng tih Pathen tah amah kah hmuencim ngolkhoel dongah ngol.

9 The rulers of the people are assembled with the God of Abraam: for God's mighty ones of the earth have been greatly exalted.

Diklai photling rhoek he Pathen hut la om tih a thueng soeh dongah pilnam hlangcong rhoek loh Abraham Pathen kah pilnam a tingtun thiluh.