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.

Til Sangmesteren. Af Koras Sønner. En Salme.

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

Alle Folkeslag, klap i Hænderne, bryd ud i jublende Lovsang for Gud!

3 He has subdued the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.

Thi HERREN, den Højeste, er frygtelig, en Konge stor over hele Jorden.

4 He has chosen out his inheritance for us, the beauty of Jacob which he loved. (Pause)

Han bøjede Folkefærd under os og Folkeslag under vor Fod;

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

han udvalgte os vor Arvelod, Jakob hans elskedes Stolthed. (Sela)

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

Gud steg op under Jubel, HERREN under Hornets Klang.

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

Syng, ja syng for Gud, syng, ja syng for vor Konge;

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

thi han er al Jordens Konge, syng en Sang for Gud.

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.

Gud har vist, han er Folkenes Konge, paa sin hellige Trone har Gud taget Sæde. Folkenes Stormænd samles med Folket, der tilhører Abrahams Gud; thi Guds er Jordens Skjolde, højt ophøjet er han!