Psalm 47 Bishops' Bible 1568

From Textus Receptus

Psa 47:1 <To the chiefe musition, a psalme (to be song) of the children of Corach.> Clap your handes all ye people: make a noise vnto the Lorde with a ioyfull voyce. Psa 47:2 For God is hygh and terrible: he is the great king vpon all the earth. Psa 47:3 He wyll subdue the people vnder vs: and the nations vnder our feete. Psa 47:4 He hath chosen for vs our inheritaunce: the glorie of Iacob who he loued. Selah. Psa 47:5 The Lorde ascendeth in a triumph: [and] God with the sounde of a trumpet. Psa 47:6 Syng psalmes to the Lorde, syng psalmes: syng psalmes to our kyng, sing psalmes. Psa 47:7 For the Lorde is kyng of all the earth: syng psalmes [all you that haue] skyll. Psa 47:8 God raigneth ouer the heathen: God sitteth vpon his holy throne. Psa 47:9 The princes of the people are assembled together [for to be] the people of the God of Abraham: for the shieldes of the earth be Gods, who is hyghly exalted.