Psalms 47

1 O clap your hands, all you people; shout to God with the voice of triumph.

To the Overseer. — By sons of Korah. A Psalm. All ye peoples, clap the hand, Shout to God with a voice of singing,

2 For the LORD most high is terrible; he is a great King over all the earth.

For Jehovah Most High [is] fearful, A great king over all the earth.

3 He shall subdue the people under us, and the nations under our feet.

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

4 He shall choose our inheritance for us, the excellency of Jacob whom he loved. (Selah)

He doth choose for us our inheritance, The excellency of Jacob that He loves. (Selah)

5 God is gone up with a shout, the LORD with the sound of a trumpet.

God hath gone up with a shout, Jehovah with the sound of a trumpet.

6 Sing praises to God, sing praises: sing praises to our King, sing praises.

Praise God — praise — give praise to our king, praise.

7 For God is the King of all the earth: sing you praises with understanding.

For king of all the earth [is] God, Give praise, O understanding one.

8 God reigns over the heathen: God sits on the throne of his holiness.

God hath reigned over nations, God hath sat on His holy throne,

9 The princes of the people are gathered together, even the people of the God of Abraham: for the shields of the earth belong to God: he is greatly exalted.

Nobles of peoples have been gathered, [With] the people of the God of Abraham, For to God [are] the shields of earth, Greatly hath He been exalted!