< Psalms 47 >

1 Unto the end, for the sons of Core. O clap your hands, all ye nations: shout unto God with the voice of Joy,
Til Sangmesteren. Af Koras Sønner. En Salme.
2 For the Lord is high, terrible: a great king over all the earth.
Alle Folkeslag, klap i Hænderne, bryd ud i jublende Lovsang for Gud!
3 He hath subdued the people under us; and the nations under our feet.
Thi HERREN, den Højeste, er frygtelig, en Konge stor over hele Jorden.
4 He hath chosen for us his inheritance the beauty of Jacob which he hath loved.
Han bøjede Folkefærd under os og Folkeslag under vor Fod;
5 God is ascended with jubilee, and the Lord with the sound of trumpet.
han udvalgte os vor Arvelod, Jakob hans elskedes Stolthed. (Sela)
6 Sing praises to our God, sing ye: sing praises to our king, sing ye.
Gud steg op under Jubel, HERREN under Hornets Klang.
7 For God is the king of all the earth: sing ye wisely.
Syng, ja syng for Gud, syng, ja syng for vor Konge;
8 God shall reign over the nations: God sitteth on his holy throne.
thi han er al Jordens Konge, syng en Sang for Gud.
9 The princes of the people are gathered together, with the God of Abraham: for the strong gods of the earth are exceedingly 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!

< Psalms 47 >