Psalms 47

Til sangmesteren; av Korahs barn; en salme.

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

Klapp i hender, alle folk, juble for Gud med fryderop.

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

For Herren, den Høieste, er forferdelig, en stor konge over all jorden.

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

Han legger folkeslag under oss og folkeferd under våre føtter.

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

Han utvelger oss vår arvelodd, Jakobs, hans elskedes herlighet. Sela.

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

Gud fór op under jubelrop, Herren under basuners lyd.

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

Lovsyng Gud, lovsyng! Lovsyng vår konge, lovsyng!

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

For Gud er all jordens konge; syng en sang som gjør vis!

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

Gud er konge over folkene, Gud har satt sig på sin hellige trone. Folkenes fyrster samler sig med Abrahams Guds folk; for jordens skjold hører Gud til, han er såre ophøiet.

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.