Psalm 47
O clap your hands, all you peoples
: and cry aloud to God with shouts of joy.
For the Lord Most High is to be feared
: he is a great King over all the earth.
He cast down peoples under us
: and the nations beneath our feet.
He chose us a land for our possession
: that was the pride of Jacob, whom he loved.
God has gone up with the sound of rejoicing
: and the Lord to the blast of the horn.
O sing praises, sing praises to God
: O sing praises, sing praises to our King.
For God is the King of all the earth
: O praise him in a well-wrought psalm.
God has become the King of the nations
: he has taken his seat upon his holy throne.
The princes of the peoples are gathered together
: with the people of the God of Abraham.
For the mighty ones of the earth are become the servants of God
: and he is greatly exalted.