Psalms 47

1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah. O clap your hands, all ye people; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.

Unto the end, for the sons of Core. O clap your hands, all ye nations: shout unto God with the voice of Joy,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God shall reign over the nations: God sitteth 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] unto God: he is greatly exalted.

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