Psalms 47

1 For the Chief Musician; a Psalm of the sons of Korah. O clap your hands, all ye peoples; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.

To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. O make a glad noise with your hands, all you peoples; letting your voices go up to God with joy.

2 For the LORD Most High is terrible; he is a great King over all the earth.

For the Lord Most High is to be feared; he is a great King over all the earth.

3 He shall subdue the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.

He will put down the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.

4 He shall choose our inheritance for us, the excellency of Jacob whom he loved. (Selah)

He will give us our heritage, the glory of Jacob who is dear to him. (Selah)

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

God has gone up with a glad cry, the Lord with the sound of the horn.

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

Give praises to God, make songs of praise; give praises to our King, make songs of praise.

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

For God is the King of all the earth; make songs of praise with knowledge.

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

God is the ruler over the nations; God is on the high seat of his holy rule.

9 The princes of the peoples are gathered together [to be] the people of the God of Abraham: for the shields of the earth belong unto God; he is greatly exalted.

The rulers of the peoples have come together, with the people of the God of Abraham; because the powers of the earth are God's: he is lifted up on high.