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 Sønner. En Salme.

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

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

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

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

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

Han bøjede Folkefærd under os og Folkeslag under vor Fod;

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

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

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

Gud steg op under Jubel, HERREN under Hornets Klang.

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

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

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

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

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 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!