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;

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, Yahweh—as Most High, is to be revered, 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 will subjugate, Peoples under us, and, Tribes of men beneath our feet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.