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.

Abụ Ọma nke dịrị onyeisi abụ. Abụ ụmụ Kora. Abụ Ọma. Kụọnụ aka unu, unu mba niile; jiri iti mkpu ọṅụ tikuo Chineke.

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

Nʼihi na Onyenwe anyị bụ Chineke kachasị ihe niile elu. Ọ dị egwu! Ọ bụ eze ukwu na-achị ụwa niile.

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

O wedara mba niile mee ka ha nọọ nʼokpuru anyị; ndị mmadụ niile nọ nʼokpuru ụkwụ anyị.

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

Ọ họpụtaara anyị ihe nketa anyị, ihe ịnya isi nke Jekọb, onye ọ hụrụ nʼanya. (Sela)

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

Chineke ewerela iti mkpu ọṅụ rigoro nʼeluigwe. Onyenwe anyị ewerela olu opi ike rigoo.

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

Bụkuonụ Chineke abụ otuto, bụọ abụ otuto; bụkuonụ eze anyị abụ otuto, bụọ abụ otuto.

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

Nʼihi na Chineke anyị bụ eze ụwa niile. Jirinụ abụ too ya.

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

Chineke bụ eze mba niile; ọ na-anọkwasị nʼocheeze ya dị nsọ na-achị mba niile.

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.

Ndị niile a ma ama na mba niile ezukọtaala, dịka ndị Chineke nke Ebraham, nʼihi na ndị eze niile dị nʼụwa bụ nke Chineke; ọ bụ onye e buliri elu nʼebe ọ dị ukwuu.