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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

8 God shall reign over the nations: God sitteth 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.