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. Margin Note
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. Margin Note