Psalms 47

1 [For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by the sons of Korah.] Oh clap your hands, all you nations. Shout to God with the voice of triumph.

(Til sangmesteren. Af Koras sønner. En salme.) Alle Folkeslag, klap i Hænderne, bryd ud i jublende Lovsang for Gud!

2 For the LORD Most High is awesome. He is a great King over all the earth.

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

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

Han bøjede Folkefærd under os og Folkeslag under vor Fod;

4 He chooses our inheritance for us, the glory of Jacob whom he loved. (Selah)

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

5 God has gone up with a shout, the LORD with the sound of a trumpet.

Gud steg op under Jubel, HERREN under Homets Klang.

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

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

7 For God is the King of all the earth. Sing praises with understanding.

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

8 God reigns over the nations. God sits on his holy throne.

Gud har vist, han er Folkenes Konge, på sin hellige Trone har Gud taget Sæde.

9 The princes of the peoples are gathered together, the people of the God of Abraham. For the shields of the earth belong to God. He is greatly exalted.

Folkenes Stormænd samles med Folket, der tilhører Abrahams Gud; thi Guds er Jordens Skjolde, højt ophøjet er han!