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 victorie, a salm to the sones of Chore. Alle ye folkis, make ioie with hondis; synge ye hertli to God in the vois of ful out ioiyng.

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

For the Lord is hiy and ferdful; a greet kyng on al erthe.

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

He made puplis suget to vs; and hethene men vndur oure feet.

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

He chees his eritage to vs; the fairnesse of Jacob, whom he louyde.

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

God stiede in hertli song; and the Lord in the vois of a trumpe.

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

Synge ye to oure God, synge ye; synge ye to oure kyng, synge ye.

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

For God is kyng of al erthe; synge ye wiseli.

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

God schal regne on hethene men; God sittith on his hooli seete.

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

The princes of puplis ben gaderid togidere with God of Abraham; for the stronge goddis of erthe ben reisid greetli.