Psalms 47

1 To the chief Musician. Of the sons of Korah. A Psalm. All ye peoples, clap your hands; shout unto God with the voice of triumph!

Til Sangmesteren; af Koras Børn; en Psalme.

2 For Jehovah, the Most High, is terrible, a great king over all the earth.

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

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

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

4 He hath chosen our inheritance for us, the excellency of Jacob whom he loved. (Selah)

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

5 God is gone up amid shouting, Jehovah amid the sound of the trumpet.

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

6 Sing psalms of God, sing psalms; sing psalms unto our King, sing psalms!

Gud for op med Frydeklang, Herren med Basunes Lyd.

7 For God is the King of all the earth; sing psalms with understanding.

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

8 God reigneth over the nations; God sitteth upon the throne of his holiness.

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

9 The willing-hearted of the peoples have gathered together, [with] the people of the God of Abraham. For unto God [belong] the shields of the earth: he is 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.