Psalms 47

1 “To the chief musician, a psalm for the sons of Korach.” All ye people, clap your hands; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.

Til Sangmesteren. Af Koras Sønner. En Salme.

2 For the Lord is most high, fear-inspiring; he is a great king over all the earth.

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

3 He will subdue people under us, and nations under our feet.

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

4 He will choose for us our inheritance, the excellency of Jacob which he loveth. (Selah)

Han bøjede Folkefærd under os og Folkeslag under vor Fod;

5 God ascendeth amid a triumphal shout, the Lord, amid the sound of the cornet.

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

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

Gud steg op under Jubel, HERREN under Hornets Klang.

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

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

8 God reigneth over the nations; God sitteth upon his holy throne.

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

9 The nobles of the people are gathered together, [to be with] the people of the God of Abraham; for unto God belong the shields of the earth: he is 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!