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.

O clap your hands, all you people; shout to God with the voice of triumph.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For God is the King of all the earth: sing you praises with understanding.

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

God reigns over the heathen: God sits on the throne of his holiness.

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.

The princes of the people are gathered together, even the people of the God of Abraham: for the shields of the earth belong to God: he is greatly exalted.