(47) For the end, a Psalm for the sons of Core.
1 Clap your hands, all you° nations; shout to God with a voice of exultation.
2 For the Lord most high is terrible; he is a great king over all the earth.
3 He has subdued the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.
4 He has chosen out his inheritance for us, the beauty of Jacob which he loved. Pause.
5 God is gone up with a shout, the Lord with a sound of a trumpet.
6 Sing praises to our God, sing praises: sing praises to our King, sing praises.
7 For God is king of all the earth: sing praises with understanding.
8 God reigns over the nations: God sits upon the throne of his holiness.
9 The rulers of the people are assembled with the God of Abraam: for God's mighty ones of the earth have been greatly exalted.