Salme 47

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

[For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by the sons of Korah.] Oh clap your hands, all you nations. Shout to God with the voice of triumph.

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

For the LORD Most High is awesome. He is a great King over all the earth.

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

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

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

He chooses our inheritance for us, the glory of Jacob whom he loved. (Selah)

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

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

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

Sing praise to God, sing praises. Sing praises to our King, sing praises.

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

For God is the King of all the earth. Sing praises with understanding.

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

God reigns over the nations. God sits on his holy throne.

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

The princes of the peoples are gathered together, the people of the God of Abraham. For the shields of the earth belong to God. He is greatly exalted.