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,

Načelniku gódbe; med nasledniki Koretovimi, psalm. Vsa ljudstva ploskajte z roko, ukajte Bogu z donečim glasom.

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

Ker Gospod najvišji, čestiti, kralj velik je nad vso zemljo.

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

V hlev goni ljudstva, v naš kraj, in narode v kraj naših nóg.

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

Odbira nam posestvo naše, diko Jakoba, katerega ljubi nad vse.

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

Gor gré Bog z veselim glasom, Gospod s trombe bučanjem.

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

Prepevajte Bogu, prepevajte; prepevajte kralju našemu, prepevajte!

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

Ker vse zemlje kralj je Bog, prepevajte s pesmijo ukovito!

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

Bog kraljuje nad narodi; Bog sedí na prestolu svetosti svoje.

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

Radovoljni se zbirajo iz ljudstev, ljudstvo Boga Abrahamovega, ker Božje so hrambe dežele; silno je vzvišen.