Psalms 47

1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah. O clap your hands, all ye people; shout to God with the voice of triumph.

For the Leader; a Psalm for the sons of Korah. O clap your hands, all ye peoples; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.

2 For the LORD most high is terrible; he is a great King over all the earth.

For the LORD is most high, awful; a great King over all the earth.

3 He shall subdue the people under us, and the nations under our feet.

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

4 He shall choose our inheritance for us, the excellency of Jacob whom he loved. (Selah)

He chooseth our inheritance for us, the pride of Jacob whom He loveth. (Selah)

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

God is gone up amidst shouting, the LORD amidst the sound of the horn.

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

Sing praises to God, sing praises; sing praises unto our King, sing praises.

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

For God is the King of all the earth; sing ye praises in a skilful song.

8 God reigneth over the heathen: God sitteth upon the throne of his holiness.

God reigneth over the nations; God sitteth upon His holy throne.

9 The princes of the people are gathered together, even the people of the God of Abraham: for the shields of the earth belong to God: he is greatly exalted.

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