Psalms 47

1 For the end, a Psalm for the sons of Core. Clap your hands, all you nations; shout to God with a voice of exultation.

For the choirmaster. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. Clap your hands, all you peoples; shout unto God with a voice of triumph.

2 For the Lord most high is terrible; [he is] a great king over all the earth.

How awesome is the LORD Most High, the great King over all the earth!

3 He has subdued the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.

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

4 He has chosen out his inheritance for us, the beauty of Jacob which he loved. (Pause)

He chooses our inheritance for us, the pride of Jacob, whom He loves.

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

God has ascended amid shouts of joy, the LORD with the sound of the horn.

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

Sing praises to God, sing praises; sing praises to our King, sing praises!

7 For God is king of all the earth: sing praises with understanding.

For God is King of all the earth; sing profound praises to Him.

8 God reigns over the nations: God sits upon the throne of his holiness.

God reigns over the nations; God is seated on His holy throne.

9 The rulers of the people are assembled with the God of Abraam: for God's mighty ones of the earth have been greatly exalted.

The nobles of the nations have assembled as the people of the God of Abraham; for the shields of the earth belong to God; He is highly exalted.