Psalms 47 · תהילים

To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Qoraĥ.

O clap your hands, all you peoples; shout to God with the voice of triumph.

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

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

He chooses our inheritance for us, the pride of Ya῾aqov whom he loves. (Sela.)

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

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

For God is the King of all the earth: sing a Maskil psalm.

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

The nobles of the peoples are gathered together, the people of the God of Avraham: for the shields of the earth belong to God: he is greatly exalted.