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 victorie, a salm to the sones of Chore. Alle ye folkis, make ioie with hondis; synge ye hertli to God in the vois of ful out ioiyng.

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

For the Lord is hiy and ferdful; a greet kyng on al erthe.

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

He made puplis suget to vs; and hethene men vndur oure feet.

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

He chees his eritage to vs; the fairnesse of Jacob, whom he louyde.

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

God stiede in hertli song; and the Lord in the vois of a trumpe.

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

Synge ye to oure God, synge ye; synge ye to oure kyng, synge ye.

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

For God is kyng of al erthe; synge ye wiseli.

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

God schal regne on hethene men; God sittith on his hooli seete.

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 princes of puplis ben gaderid togidere with God of Abraham; for the stronge goddis of erthe ben reisid greetli.