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.

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;

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

For, Yahweh—as Most High, is to be revered, A great king, over all the earth,

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

He will subjugate, Peoples under us, and, Tribes of men beneath our feet.

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

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

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

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

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

Sing praises unto God, sing praises, Sing praises to our King, sing praises;

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

For God is king of all the earth, Sing praises with understanding.

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

God, hath become king, over the nations, God, hath taken his seat 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 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.