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.

To victorie, a salm to the sones of Chore. Alle ye folkis, make ioie with hondis; synge ye hertli to God in the vois of ful out ioiyng.

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

For the Lord is hiy and ferdful; a greet kyng on al erthe.

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

He made puplis suget to vs; and hethene men vndur oure feet.

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

He chees his eritage to vs; the fairnesse of Jacob, whom he louyde.

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

God stiede in hertli song; and the Lord in the vois of a trumpe.

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

Synge ye to oure God, synge ye; synge ye to oure kyng, synge ye.

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

For God is kyng of al erthe; synge ye wiseli.

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

God schal regne on hethene men; God sittith on his hooli seete.

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.

The princes of puplis ben gaderid togidere with God of Abraham; for the stronge goddis of erthe ben reisid greetli.