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,

In finem, pro filiis Core Psalmus. Omnes gentes plaudite manibus: iubilate Deo in voce exultationis.

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

Quoniam Dominus excelsus, terribilis: Rex magnus super omnem terram.

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

Subiecit populos nobis: et gentes sub pedibus nostris.

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

Elegit nobis hereditatem suam: speciem Iacob, quam dilexit.

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

Ascendit Deus in iubilo: et Dominus in voce tubæ.

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

Psallite Deo nostro, psallite: psallite Regi nostro, psallite.

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

Quoniam Rex omnis terræ Deus: psallite sapienter.

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

Regnabit Deus super gentes: Deus sedet super sedem sanctam suam.

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

Principes populorum congregati sunt cum Deo Abraham: quoniam dii fortes terræ, vehementer elevati sunt.