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,

Kumutungamiri wokuimba waVanakomana vaKora. Pisarema. Uchirai maoko, imi vanhu vose; pururudzai kuna Mwari nokudanidzira kwomufaro.

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

Jehovha Wokumusoro-soro anotyisa sei, iye Mambo mukuru pamusoro penyika yose!

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

Akaisa ndudzi dzavanhu pasi pedu, marudzi pasi petsoka dzedu.

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

Akatitsaurira nhaka yedu, iyo pfuma yaJakobho, waakada. Sera

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

Mwari akwidza kumusoro pakati pokudanidzira kwomufaro, Jehovha pakati pokurira kwehwamanda.

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

Imbirai Mwari nziyo dzokurumbidza, murumbidzei nenziyo. Imbirai Mambo wedu nziyo dzokurumbidza, murumbidzei nenziyo.

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

Nokuti Mwari ndiye Mambo wenyika yose; muimbirei pisarema rokurumbidza.

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

Mwari anotonga pamusoro pendudzi dzose; Mwari agere pamusoro pechigaro chake chitsvene.

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

Makurukota amarudzi aungana savanhu vaMwari waAbhurahama, nokuti madzimambo enyika ndeaMwari; iye anokudzwa zvikuru kwazvo.