Psalms 47

1 To the Chief Musician. For the Sons of Korah. A Melody. All ye peoples, clap your hands, Shout unto God, with the voice of triumph;

Til Sangmesteren; af Koras Børn; en Psalme.

2 For, Yahweh—as Most High, is to be revered, A great king, over all the earth,

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

3 He will subjugate, Peoples under us, and, Tribes of men beneath our feet.

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

4 He chooseth for us our inheritance, The excellence of Jacob, which he hath loved. (Selah)

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

5 God hath ascended with a shout, Yahweh, with the sound of a horn.

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

6 Sing praises unto God, sing praises, Sing praises to our King, sing praises;

Gud for op med Frydeklang, Herren med Basunes Lyd.

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

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

8 God, hath become king, over the nations, God, hath taken his seat upon his holy throne.

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

9 The willing-hearted of the peoples, have gathered themselves together, The people of the God of Abraham; For, to God, belong the shields of the earth, Greatly is he 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.