< Psalms 47 >

1 For the end, a Psalm for the sons of Core. Clap your hands, all you nations; shout to God with a voice of exultation.
لِإِمَامِ ٱلْمُغَنِّينَ. لِبَنِي قُورَحَ. مَزْمُورٌ يَا جَمِيعَ ٱلْأُمَمِ صَفِّقُوا بِٱلْأَيَادِي. ٱهْتِفُوا لِلهِ بِصَوْتِ ٱلِٱبْتِهَاجِ.١
2 For the Lord most high is terrible; [he is] a great king over all the earth.
لِأَنَّ ٱلرَّبَّ عَلِيٌّ مَخُوفٌ، مَلِكٌ كَبِيرٌ عَلَى كُلِّ ٱلْأَرْضِ.٢
3 He has subdued the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.
يُخْضِعُ ٱلشُّعُوبَ تَحْتَنَا، وَٱلْأُمَمَ تَحْتَ أَقْدَامِنَا.٣
4 He has chosen out his inheritance for us, the beauty of Jacob which he loved. (Pause)
يَخْتَارُ لَنَا نَصِيبَنَا، فَخْرَ يَعْقُوبَ ٱلَّذِي أَحَبَّهُ. سِلَاهْ.٤
5 God is gone up with a shout, the Lord with a sound of a trumpet.
صَعِدَ ٱللهُ بِهُتَافٍ، ٱلرَّبُّ بِصَوْتِ ٱلصُّورِ.٥
6 Sing praises to our God, sing praises: sing praises to our King, sing praises.
رَنِّمُوا لِلهِ، رَنِّمُوا. رَنِّمُوا لِمَلِكِنَا، رَنِّمُوا.٦
7 For God is king of all the earth: sing praises with understanding.
لِأَنَّ ٱللهَ مَلِكُ ٱلْأَرْضِ كُلِّهَا، رَنِّمُوا قَصِيدَةً.٧
8 God reigns over the nations: God sits upon the throne of his holiness.
مَلَكَ ٱللهُ عَلَى ٱلْأُمَمِ. ٱللهُ جَلَسَ عَلَى كُرْسِيِّ قُدْسِهِ.٨
9 The rulers of the people are assembled with the God of Abraam: for God's mighty ones of the earth have been greatly exalted.
شُرَفَاءُ ٱلشُّعُوبِ ٱجْتَمَعُوا. شَعْبُ إِلَهِ إِبْرَاهِيمَ. لِأَنَّ لِلهِ مَجَانَّ ٱلْأَرْضِ. هُوَ مُتَعَالٍ جِدًّا.٩

< Psalms 47 >