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 Sønner. En Salme.

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

Alle Folkeslag, klap i Hænderne, bryd ud i jublende Lovsang for Gud!

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

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

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

Han bøjede Folkefærd under os og Folkeslag under vor Fod;

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

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

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

Gud steg op under Jubel, HERREN under Hornets Klang.

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

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

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

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

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 har vist, han er Folkenes Konge, paa sin hellige Trone har Gud taget Sæde. Folkenes Stormænd samles med Folket, der tilhører Abrahams Gud; thi Guds er Jordens Skjolde, højt ophøjet er han!