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.

For the leader. Of the Korahites. A psalm. Clap your hands, all you peoples: shout to God in ringing cries.

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

For the Lord is most high and dread, a great king over all the earth.

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

He subdues the peoples under us, the nations under our feet;

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

he chooses our heritage for us, the glory of Jacob whom he loves. (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 praise to our God, sing praises: sing praise to our king, sing praises.

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

For king of all earth is he: praise God in a skilful song.

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

God is king over all the nations, God sits on his holy throne.

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.

Princes of nations gather with the people of Abraham’s God: for the shields of the earth are God’s; greatly exalted is he.