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,

For the choirmaster. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. Clap your hands, all you peoples; shout unto God with a voice of triumph.

2 For the Lord is high, terrible: a great king over all the earth.

How awesome is the LORD Most High, the great King over all the earth!

3 He hath subdued the people under us; and the nations under our feet.

He subdues nations beneath us, and peoples under our feet.

4 He hath chosen for us his inheritance the beauty of Jacob which he hath loved.

He chooses our inheritance for us, the pride of Jacob, whom He loves.

5 God is ascended with jubilee, and the Lord with the sound of trumpet.

God has ascended amid shouts of joy, the LORD with the sound of the horn.

6 Sing praises to our God, sing ye: sing praises to our king, sing ye.

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

7 For God is the king of all the earth: sing ye wisely.

For God is King of all the earth; sing profound praises to Him.

8 God shall reign over the nations: God sitteth on his holy throne.

God reigns over the nations; God is seated on His holy throne.

9 The princes of the people are gathered together, with the God of Abraham: for the strong gods of the earth are exceedingly exalted.

The nobles of the nations have assembled as the people of the God of Abraham; for the shields of the earth belong to God; He is highly exalted.