1(Til sangmesteren. Af Koras sønner. En salme.) Alle Folkeslag, klap i Hænderne, bryd ud i jublende Lovsang for Gud!
1To the Overseer. — By sons of Korah. A Psalm. All ye peoples, clap the hand, Shout to God with a voice of singing,
2Thi HERREN, den Højeste, er frygtelig, en Konge stor over hele Jorden.
2For Jehovah Most High [is] fearful, A great king over all the earth.
3Han bøjede Folkefærd under os og Folkeslag under vor Fod;
3He leadeth peoples under us, and nations under our feet.
4han udvalgte os vor Arvelod, Jakob hans elskedes Stolthed. - Sela.
4He doth choose for us our inheritance, The excellency of Jacob that He loves. Selah.
5Gud steg op under Jubel, HERREN under Homets Klang.
5God hath gone up with a shout, Jehovah with the sound of a trumpet.
6Syng, ja syng for Gud, syng, ja syng for vor Konge;
6Praise God — praise — give praise to our king, praise.
7thi han er al Jordens Konge, syng en Sang for Gud.
7For king of all the earth [is] God, Give praise, O understanding one.
8Gud har vist, han er Folkenes Konge, på sin hellige Trone har Gud taget Sæde.
8God hath reigned over nations, God hath sat on His holy throne,
9Folkenes Stormænd samles med Folket, der tilhører Abrahams Gud; thi Guds er Jordens Skjolde, højt ophøjet er han!
9Nobles of peoples have been gathered, [With] the people of the God of Abraham, For to God [are] the shields of earth, Greatly hath He been exalted!