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.

Pou direktè koral la; Yo Sòm pa fis Koré yo. O bat men nou ansanm, tout pèp yo. Rele fò a Bondye avèk yon vwa plen viktwa.

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

Paske SENYÈ Pi Wo a merite lakrent. Li se Gran Wa a sou tout latè a.

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

Li fè soumèt pèp yo anba nou, ak nasyon yo anba pye nou.

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

Pou nou menm, Li chwazi eritaj nou, glwa la a Jacob, ke Li renmen an. Tan

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

Bondye te monte avèk yon gwo rèl, SENYÈ a avèk son twonpèt la.

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

Chante lwanj Bondye a, chante lwanj yo! Chante lwanj Wa nou an, chante lwanj yo!

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

Paske Bondye se Wa a tout tè a. Chante lwanj yo avèk yon chan byen bèl.

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

Bondye regne sou nasyon yo. Bondye chita sou twòn wayal Li a.

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.

Prens a pèp yo rasanble yo ansanm, pèp a Bondye Abraham nan. Paske tout boukliye sou latè yo se pou Bondye. Li leve byen wo.