Psalm 47
To the chief Musician, A Psalm ||for the sons of Korah.
1 O aclap your hands, all ye people;
aaShout unto God with the voice of triumph.
2 For the Lord most high is bterrible;
He is a great King over all the earth.
3 He shall csubdue the people under us,
And the nations under our feet.
4 He shall choose our dinheritance for us,
The eexcellency of Jacob whom he loved. Selah.
5 fGod is gone up with a shout,
The Lord with the sound of a trumpet.
6 Sing praises to God, sing praises:
Sing praises unto our King, sing praises.
7 For God is gthe King of all the earth:
hSing ye praises ||with understanding.
8 iGod reigneth over the heathen:
God sitteth upon the throne of his holiness.
9 ||The 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.