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.

Kumutungamiri wokuimba waVanakomana vaKora. Pisarema. Uchirai maoko, imi vanhu vose; pururudzai kuna Mwari nokudanidzira kwomufaro.

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

Jehovha Wokumusoro-soro anotyisa sei, iye Mambo mukuru pamusoro penyika yose!

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

Akaisa ndudzi dzavanhu pasi pedu, marudzi pasi petsoka dzedu.

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

Akatitsaurira nhaka yedu, iyo pfuma yaJakobho, waakada. Sera

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

Mwari akwidza kumusoro pakati pokudanidzira kwomufaro, Jehovha pakati pokurira kwehwamanda.

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

Imbirai Mwari nziyo dzokurumbidza, murumbidzei nenziyo. Imbirai Mambo wedu nziyo dzokurumbidza, murumbidzei nenziyo.

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

Nokuti Mwari ndiye Mambo wenyika yose; muimbirei pisarema rokurumbidza.

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

Mwari anotonga pamusoro pendudzi dzose; Mwari agere pamusoro pechigaro chake chitsvene.

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.

Makurukota amarudzi aungana savanhu vaMwari waAbhurahama, nokuti madzimambo enyika ndeaMwari; iye anokudzwa zvikuru kwazvo.