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,

To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. O make a glad noise with your hands, all you peoples; letting your voices go up to God with joy.

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

For the Lord Most High is to be feared; he is a great King over all the earth.

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

He will put down the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.

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

He will give us our heritage, the glory of Jacob who is dear to him. (Selah)

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

God has gone up with a glad cry, the Lord with the sound of the horn.

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

Give praises to God, make songs of praise; give praises to our King, make songs of praise.

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

For God is the King of all the earth; make songs of praise with knowledge.

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

God is the ruler over the nations; God is on the high seat of his holy rule.

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 rulers of the peoples have come together, with the people of the God of Abraham; because the powers of the earth are God's: he is lifted up on high.