Psalms 47

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

Til Sangmesteren; af Koras Børn; en Psalme.

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

Alle Folkeslag! klapper i Haand, jubler for Gud med frydefuld Røst.

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

Thi Herren, den Højeste, er forfærdelig, en stor Konge over al Jorden.

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

Han tvinger Folkene under os, ja, Folkefærd under vore Fødder.

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

Han udvælger til os vor Arv, Jakobs Herlighed, hvem han elsker. (Sela)

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

Gud for op med Frydeklang, Herren med Basunes Lyd.

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

Synger for Gud, synger; synger for vor Konge, synger Psalmer!

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

Thi Gud er al Jordens Konge; synger en lærerig Sang!

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.

Gud regerer over Hedningerne, Gud sidder paa sin hellige Trone. Folkenes Fyrster samles til Abrahams Guds Folk; thi Jordens Skjolde høre Gud til, han er saare ophøjet.