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 Leader; a Psalm for the sons of Korah. O clap your hands, all ye peoples; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.

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

For the LORD is most high, awful; a great King over all the earth.

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

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

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

He chooseth our inheritance for us, the pride of Jacob whom He loveth. (Selah)

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

God is gone up amidst shouting, the LORD amidst 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 unto our King, sing praises.

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

For God is the King of all the earth; sing ye praises in a skilful song.

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

God reigneth over the nations; God sitteth upon 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 princes of the peoples are gathered together, the people of the God of Abraham; for unto God belong the shields of the earth; He is greatly exalted.