Psalms 47

O clap your hands, all ye people; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.

(Til sangmesteren. Af Koras sønner. En salme.) Alle Folkeslag, klap i Hænderne, bryd ud i jublende Lovsang for Gud!

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

Thi HERREN, den Højeste, er frygtelig, en Konge stor over hele Jorden.

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

Han bøjede Folkefærd under os og Folkeslag under vor Fod;

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

han udvalgte os vor Arvelod, Jakob hans elskedes Stolthed. - Sela.

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

Gud steg op under Jubel, HERREN under Homets Klang.

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

Syng, ja syng for Gud, syng, ja syng for vor Konge;

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

thi han er al Jordens Konge, syng en Sang for Gud.

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

Gud har vist, han er Folkenes Konge, på sin hellige Trone har Gud taget Sæde.

The princes of the people are gathered together, even the people of the God of Abraham: for the shields of the earth belong unto God: he is greatly exalted.

Folkenes Stormænd samles med Folket, der tilhører Abrahams Gud; thi Guds er Jordens Skjolde, højt ophøjet er han!