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.

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

Subiecit populos nobis: et gentes sub pedibus nostris.

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

Elegit nobis hereditatem suam: speciem Iacob, quam dilexit.

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

Ascendit Deus in iubilo: et Dominus in voce tubæ.

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

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

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

Quoniam Rex omnis terræ Deus: psallite sapienter.

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

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

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.

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