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.

Načelniku gódbe; med nasledniki Koretovimi, psalm. Vsa ljudstva ploskajte z roko, ukajte Bogu z donečim glasom.

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

Ker Gospod najvišji, čestiti, kralj velik je nad vso zemljo.

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

V hlev goni ljudstva, v naš kraj, in narode v kraj naših nóg.

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

Odbira nam posestvo naše, diko Jakoba, katerega ljubi nad vse.

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

Gor gré Bog z veselim glasom, Gospod s trombe bučanjem.

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

Prepevajte Bogu, prepevajte; prepevajte kralju našemu, prepevajte!

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

Ker vse zemlje kralj je Bog, prepevajte s pesmijo ukovito!

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

Bog kraljuje nad narodi; Bog sedí na prestolu svetosti svoje.

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.

Radovoljni se zbirajo iz ljudstev, ljudstvo Boga Abrahamovega, ker Božje so hrambe dežele; silno je vzvišen.