Psalms 47

1 TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF THE SONS OF KORAH. All you peoples, clap the hand, Shout to God with a voice of singing,

Til Sangmesteren; af Koras Børn; en Psalme.

2 For YHWH Most High [is] fearful, A great King over all the earth.

Alle Folkeslag! klapper i Haand, jubler for Gud med frydefuld Røst.

3 He leads peoples under us, and nations under our feet.

Thi Herren, den Højeste, er forfærdelig, en stor Konge over al Jorden.

4 He chooses for us our inheritance, The excellence of Jacob that He loves. (Selah)

Han tvinger Folkene under os, ja, Folkefærd under vore Fødder.

5 God has gone up with a shout, YHWH with the sound of a horn.

Han udvælger til os vor Arv, Jakobs Herlighed, hvem han elsker. (Sela)

6 Praise God—praise—give praise to our king, praise.

Gud for op med Frydeklang, Herren med Basunes Lyd.

7 For God [is] King of all the earth, Give praise, O understanding one.

Synger for Gud, synger; synger for vor Konge, synger Psalmer!

8 God has reigned over nations, God has sat on His holy throne,

Thi Gud er al Jordens Konge; synger en lærerig Sang!

9 Nobles of peoples have been gathered, [With] the people of the God of Abraham, For the shields of earth [are] to God, Greatly has He been exalted!

Gud regerer over Hedningerne, Gud sidder paa sin hellige Trone. Folkenes Fyrster samles til Abrahams Guds Folk; thi Jordens Skjolde høre Gud til, han er saare ophøjet.