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 leader of the music. A psalm of the sons of Korah.” O clap your hands, all ye nations! Shout unto God with the voice of triumph!

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

For terrible is Jehovah, the Most High, The great king over all the earth.

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

He hath subdued nations under us, And kingdoms under our feet;

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

He hath chosen for us an inheritance, The glory of Jacob, whom he loved. (Pause)

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

God goeth up with a shout; Jehovah with the sound of the trumpet.

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 to him hymns of praise!

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

God reigneth over the nations; God sitteth upon 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 princes of the nations gather themselves together To the people of the God of Abraham; For the mighty of the earth belong to God; He is supremely exalted.