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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.