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; av Korahs barn; en salme. Klapp i hender, alle folk, juble for Gud med fryderop.

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

For Herren, den Høieste, er forferdelig, en stor konge over all jorden.

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

Han legger folkeslag under oss og folkeferd under våre føtter.

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

Han utvelger oss vår arvelodd, Jakobs, hans elskedes herlighet. (Sela)

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

Gud fór op under jubelrop, Herren under basuners lyd.

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

Lovsyng Gud, lovsyng! Lovsyng vår konge, lovsyng!

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

For Gud er all jordens konge; syng en sang som gjør vis!

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

Gud er konge over folkene, Gud har satt sig på sin hellige trone.

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.

Folkenes fyrster samler sig med Abrahams Guds folk; for jordens skjold hører Gud til, han er såre ophøiet.