47:1 To
the
chiefe
musician,
a
psalme
for
the
sonnes
of
Korah.
O
Clap
your
hands
(all
ye
people:)
shoute
vnto
God
with
the
voyce
of
triumph:
47:2 For
the
Lord
most
high
is
terrible;
he
is
a
great
King
ouer
all
the
earth.
47:3 Hee
shall
subdue
the
people
vnder
vs,
and
the
nations
vnder
our
feet.
47:4 He
shall
chuse
our
inheritance
for
vs,
the
excellencie
of
Iacob
whom
hee
loued.
Selah.
47:5 God
is
gone
vp
with
a
shout,
the
Lord
with
the
sound
of
a
trumpet.
47:6 Sing
praises
to
God,
sing
praises:
sing
praises
vnto
our
King,
sing
praises.
47:7 For
God
is
the
King
of
all
the
earth,
sing
ye
praises
with
vnderstanding.
47:8 God
reigneth
ouer
the
heathen:
God
sitteth
vpon
the
throne
of
his
holinesse.
47:9 The
princes
of
the
people
are
gathered
together,
euen
the
people
of
the
God
of
Abraham:
for
the
shields
of
the
earth
belong
vnto
God:
hee
is
greatly
exalted.
