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.

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

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

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

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

Subiecit populos nobis: et gentes sub pedibus nostris.

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

Elegit nobis hereditatem suam: speciem Iacob, quam dilexit.

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

Ascendit Deus in iubilo: et Dominus in voce tubæ.

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

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

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

Quoniam Rex omnis terræ Deus: psallite sapienter.

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

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

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.

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