Psalms 47

1 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.

For the choirmaster. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. Clap your hands, all you peoples; shout unto God with a voice of triumph.

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

How awesome is the LORD Most High, the great King over all the earth!

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

He subdues nations beneath us, and peoples under our feet.

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

He chooses our inheritance for us, the pride of Jacob, whom He loves.

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

God has ascended amid shouts of joy, the LORD with the sound of the horn.

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

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

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

For God is King of all the earth; sing profound praises to Him.

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

God reigns over the nations; God is seated on His holy throne.

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

The nobles of the nations have assembled as the people of the God of Abraham; for the shields of the earth belong to God; He is highly exalted.