Psalms 47

1 O make a glad noise with your hands, all you peoples; letting your voices go up to God with joy.

1Oh clap your hands, all ye peoples; Shout unto God with the voice of triumph.

2For the Lord Most High is to be feared; he is a great King over all the earth.

2For Jehovah Most High is terrible; He is a great King over all the earth.

3He will put down the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.

3He subdueth peoples under us, And nations under our feet.

4He will give us our heritage, the glory of Jacob who is dear to him. (Selah.)

4He chooseth our inheritance for us, The glory of Jacob whom he loved. [Selah

5God has gone up with a glad cry, the Lord with the sound of the horn.

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

6Give praises to God, make songs of praise; give praises to our King, make songs of praise.

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

7For God is the King of all the earth; make songs of praise with knowledge.

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

8God is the ruler over the nations; God is on the high seat of his holy rule.

8God reigneth over the nations: God sitteth upon his holy throne.

9The rulers of the peoples have come together, with the people of the God of Abraham; because the powers of the earth are God's: he is lifted up on high.

9The princes of the peoples are gathered together To bethe people of the God of Abraham; For the shields of the earth belong unto God: He is greatly exalted.