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.

(Til sangmesteren. Af Koras sønner. En salme.) Alle Folkeslag, klap i Hænderne, bryd ud i jublende Lovsang for Gud!

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

Thi HERREN, den Højeste, er frygtelig, en Konge stor over hele Jorden.

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

Han bøjede Folkefærd under os og Folkeslag under vor Fod;

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

han udvalgte os vor Arvelod, Jakob hans elskedes Stolthed. (Sela)

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

Gud steg op under Jubel, HERREN under Homets Klang.

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

Syng, ja syng for Gud, syng, ja syng for vor Konge;

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

thi han er al Jordens Konge, syng en Sang for Gud.

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

Gud har vist, han er Folkenes Konge, på sin hellige Trone har Gud taget Sæde.

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.

Folkenes Stormænd samles med Folket, der tilhører Abrahams Gud; thi Guds er Jordens Skjolde, højt ophøjet er han!