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.