Psalms 47

1 For the chief musician. A psalm of the sons of Korah. Clap your hands, all you peoples; shout to God with the sound of triumph.

Til Sangmesteren. Af Koras Sønner. En Salme.

2 For Yahweh Most High is terrifying; he is a great King over all the earth.

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

3 He subdues peoples under us and nations under our feet.

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

4 He chooses our inheritance for us, the glory of Jacob whom he loved. (Selah)

Han bøjede Folkefærd under os og Folkeslag under vor Fod;

5 God has gone up with a shout, Yahweh with the sound of a trumpet.

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

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

Gud steg op under Jubel, HERREN under Hornets Klang.

7 For God is the King over all the earth; sing praises with understanding.

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

8 God reigns over the nations; God sits on his holy throne.

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

9 The princes of the peoples have gathered together to the people of the God of Abraham; for the shields of the earth belong to God; he is greatly 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!