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.

Unto the end. A Psalm for the sons of Korah. All nations, clap your hands. Shout joyfully to God with a voice of exultation.

2 For the LORD most high is terrible; he is a great King over all the earth.

For the Lord is exalted and terrible: a great King over all the earth.

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

He has subjected the peoples to us and subdued the nations under our feet.

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

He has chosen us for his inheritance: the splendor of Jacob, whom he has loved.

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

God ascends with jubilation, and the Lord with the voice of the trumpet.

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

Sing psalms to our God, sing psalms. Sing psalms to our King, sing psalms.

7 For God is the King of all the earth: sing ye praises with understanding.

For God is the King of all the earth. Sing psalms wisely.

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

God will reign over the peoples. God sits upon his holy throne.

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.

The leaders of the peoples have been gathered together by the God of Abraham. For the strong gods of the earth have been exceedingly exalted.