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!

To the Chief Musician. For the Sons of Korah. A Melody. All ye peoples, clap your hands, Shout unto God, with the voice of triumph;

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

For, Yahweh—as Most High, is to be revered, A great king, over all the earth,

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

He will subjugate, Peoples under us, and, Tribes of men beneath our feet.

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

He chooseth for us our inheritance, The excellence of Jacob, which he hath loved. (Selah)

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

God hath ascended with a shout, Yahweh, with the sound of a horn.

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

Sing praises unto God, sing praises, Sing praises to our King, sing praises;

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

For God is king of all the earth, Sing praises with understanding.

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

God, hath become king, over the nations, God, hath taken his seat upon his holy throne.

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.

The willing-hearted of the peoples, have gathered themselves together, The people of the God of Abraham; For, to God, belong the shields of the earth, Greatly is he exalted.