Psalms 47

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

Til Sangmesteren; af Koras Børn; en Psalme.

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

Alle Folkeslag! klapper i Haand, jubler for Gud med frydefuld Røst.

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

Thi Herren, den Højeste, er forfærdelig, en stor Konge over al Jorden.

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

Han tvinger Folkene under os, ja, Folkefærd under vore Fødder.

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

Han udvælger til os vor Arv, Jakobs Herlighed, hvem han elsker. (Sela)

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

Gud for op med Frydeklang, Herren med Basunes Lyd.

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

Synger for Gud, synger; synger for vor Konge, synger Psalmer!

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

Thi Gud er al Jordens Konge; synger en lærerig Sang!

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.

Gud regerer over Hedningerne, Gud sidder paa sin hellige Trone. Folkenes Fyrster samles til Abrahams Guds Folk; thi Jordens Skjolde høre Gud til, han er saare ophøjet.