Salme 47

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

TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF THE SONS OF KORAH. All you peoples, clap the hand, Shout to God with a voice of singing,

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

For YHWH Most High [is] fearful, A great King over all the earth.

3 Han bøjede Folkefærd under os og Folkeslag under vor Fod;

He leads peoples under us, and nations under our feet.

4 han udvalgte os vor Arvelod, Jakob hans elskedes Stolthed. (Sela)

He chooses for us our inheritance, The excellence of Jacob that He loves. (Selah)

5 Gud steg op under Jubel, HERREN under Homets Klang.

God has gone up with a shout, YHWH with the sound of a horn.

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

Praise God—praise—give praise to our king, praise.

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

For God [is] King of all the earth, Give praise, O understanding one.

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

God has reigned over nations, God has sat on His holy throne,

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

Nobles of peoples have been gathered, [With] the people of the God of Abraham, For the shields of earth [are] to God, Greatly has He been exalted!