Psalms 47

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

Til sangmesteren; av Korahs barn; en salme. Klapp i hender, alle folk, juble for Gud med fryderop.

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

For Herren, den Høieste, er forferdelig, en stor konge over all jorden.

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

Han legger folkeslag under oss og folkeferd under våre føtter.

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

Han utvelger oss vår arvelodd, Jakobs, hans elskedes herlighet. (Sela)

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

Gud fór op under jubelrop, Herren under basuners lyd.

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

Lovsyng Gud, lovsyng! Lovsyng vår konge, lovsyng!

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

For Gud er all jordens konge; syng en sang som gjør vis!

8 God reigneth over the heathen: God sitteth upon the throne of his holiness.

Gud er konge over folkene, Gud har satt sig på sin hellige trone.

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

Folkenes fyrster samler sig med Abrahams Guds folk; for jordens skjold hører Gud til, han er såre ophøiet.