Psalms 47

1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah. O clap your hands, all ye people; shout to 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 the LORD most high is terrible; he is a great King over all the earth.

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

3 He shall subdue the people under us, and the nations under our feet.

Han bøjede Folkefærd under os og Folkeslag under vor Fod;

4 He shall choose our inheritance for us, the excellency of Jacob whom he loved. (Selah)

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

5 God is gone up with a shout, the LORD with the sound of a trumpet.

Gud steg op under Jubel, HERREN under Homets Klang.

6 Sing praises to 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 the King of all the earth: sing ye praises with understanding.

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

8 God reigneth over the heathen: God sitteth upon the throne of his holiness.

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

9 The princes of the people are gathered together, even the people of the God of Abraham: for the shields of the earth belong to God: he is greatly exalted.

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