Psalm 47

Psalm XLVII.

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

O ^aclap your hands, all ye people;

^aaShout unto God with the voice of triumph.

²For the Lord most High is ^bterrible;

He is a great King over all the earth.

³He shall ^csubdue the people under us,

And the nations under our feet.

⁴He shall choose our ^dinheritance for us,

The ^eexcellency of Jacob whom he loved. Selah.

^5fGod is gone up with a shout,

The Lord with the sound of a trumpet.

⁶Sing praises to God, sing praises:

Sing praises unto our King, sing praises.

⁷For God is ^gthe King of all the earth:

^hSing ye praises with understanding.

⁸ⁱGod reigneth over the heathen:

God sitteth upon the throne of his holiness.

⁹The ^jprinces of the people are gathered together,

Even the people of the God of Abraham:

For ^kthe shields of the earth belong unto God:

He is greatly exalted.