Salmos 47
(Til sangmesteren. Af Koras sønner. En salme.) Alle Folkeslag, klap i Hænderne, bryd ud i jublende Lovsang for Gud!
Thi HERREN, den Højeste, er frygtelig, en Konge stor over hele Jorden.
Han bøjede Folkefærd under os og Folkeslag under vor Fod;
han udvalgte os vor Arvelod, Jakob hans elskedes Stolthed. - Sela.
Gud steg op under Jubel, HERREN under Homets Klang.
Syng, ja syng for Gud, syng, ja syng for vor Konge;
thi han er al Jordens Konge, syng en Sang for Gud.
Gud har vist, han er Folkenes Konge, på sin hellige Trone har Gud taget Sæde.
Folkenes Stormænd samles med Folket, der tilhører Abrahams Gud; thi Guds er Jordens Skjolde, højt ophøjet er han!
[To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.] O clap your hands, all ye people; shout unto God with the voice of triumph. {for: or, of}
For the LORD most high {is} terrible; {he is} a great King over all the earth.
He shall subdue the people under us, and the nations under our feet.
He shall choose our inheritance for us, the excellency of Jacob whom he loved. Selah.
God is gone up with a shout, the LORD with the sound of a trumpet.
Sing praises to God, sing praises: sing praises unto our King, sing praises.
For God {is} the King of all the earth: sing ye praises with understanding. {with: or, every one that hath}
God reigneth over the heathen: God sitteth upon the throne of his holiness.
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. {princes...: or, voluntary of the people are gathered unto the people of the God of Abraham}