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

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

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

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

Han bøjede Folkefærd under os og Folkeslag under vor Fod;

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

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

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

Gud steg op under Jubel, HERREN under Homets Klang.

6 Sing praises unto 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 king of all the earth, Sing praises with understanding.

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

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

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

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.

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