Psalms 47

1 Unto the end, for the sons of Core. O clap your hands, all ye nations: shout unto God with the voice of Joy,

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

2 For the Lord is high, terrible: a great king over all the earth.

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

3 He hath subdued the people under us; and the nations under our feet.

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

4 He hath chosen for us his inheritance the beauty of Jacob which he hath loved.

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

5 God is ascended with jubilee, and the Lord with the sound of trumpet.

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

6 Sing praises to our God, sing ye: sing praises to our king, sing ye.

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

7 For God is the king of all the earth: sing ye wisely.

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

8 God shall reign over the nations: God sitteth on his holy throne.

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

9 The princes of the people are gathered together, with the God of Abraham: for the strong gods of the earth are exceedingly exalted.

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