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.

Ki te tino kaiwhakatangi. He himene ma nga tama a Koraha. Pakia o koutou ringa, e nga iwi katoa: hamama ki te Atua, kia hari te reo.

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

No te mea he wehi a Ihowa, te Runga Rawa, he kingi nui ia no te whenua katoa.

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

Mana e riro ai nga iwi ki raro i a tatou, me nga tautangata ki raro ki o tatou waewae.

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

Mana e whiriwhiri to tatou nohoanga mo tatou, te mea pai rawa o Hakopa, o tana i aroha ai. (Hera)

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

Kua kake atu te Atua i roto i te hamama, a Ihowa i roto i te tangi o te tetere.

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

Himene ki te Atua, himene atu; himene ki to tatou Kingi, himene atu.

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

Ko te Atua hoki te Kingi o te whenua katoa: himene atu i runga i te mohio.

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

Ko te Atua te Kingi o nga tauiwi: e noho ana te Atua i runga i te torona o tona tapu.

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.

Kua huihui nga rangatira o nga iwi, hei iwi mo te Atua o Aperahama: na te Atua hoki nga whakangungu rakau o te whenua; kua whakanuia rawatia ia.