Psalms 47 Unto the end, for the sons of Core. (47:2) O clap your hands, all ye nations: shout unto God with the voice of joy,

DouayRheims⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Unto the end, for the sons of Core. ^(47:2) O clap your hands, all ye nations: shout unto God with the voice of joy, ² ^(47:3) For the Lord is high, terrible: a great king over all the earth. ³ ^(47:4) He hath subdued the people under jus; and the nations under our feet. ⁴ ^(47:5) He hath chosen for us his inheritance, the beauty of Jacob which he hath love. ⁵ ^(47:6) God is ascended with jubilee, and the Lord with the sound of trumpet. ⁶ ^(47:7) Sing praises to our God, sing ye: sing praises to our king, sing ye. ⁷ ^(47:8) For God is the king of all the earth: sing ye wisely. ⁸ ^(47:9) God shall reign over the nations: God sitteth on his holy throne. ⁹ ^(47:10) The princes of the people are gathered together, with the God of Abraham: for the strong gods of the earth are exceedingly exalted.