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 Sønner. En Salme.

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

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

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

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

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

Han bøjede Folkefærd under os og Folkeslag under vor Fod;

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

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

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

Gud steg op under Jubel, HERREN under Hornets Klang.

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

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

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

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

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 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!