1(47) For the end, a Psalm for the sons of Core. Clap your hands, all you° nations; shout to God with a voice of exultation.
2For the Lord most high is terrible; he is a great king over all the earth.
3He has subdued the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.
4He has chosen out his inheritance for us, the beauty of Jacob which he loved. Pause.
5God is gone up with a shout, the Lord with a sound of a trumpet.