Psalm 47 Poem by Justin Reamer

Psalm 47



Clap your hands, all you peoples,
acclaim God with shouts of joy;
for Yahweh, the Most High, is to be dreaded,
the Great King of the whole world.

He brings the peoples under our dominion,
He puts the nations under our feet;
for us He chooses our heritage-
the pride of Jacob, whom he loved.

God rises to shouts of acclamation,
Yahweh rises to a blast of trumpets,
let the music sound for our God, let it sound,
let the music sound for our King, let it sound!

God is king of the whole world:
play your best in His honour!
God is King of the nations,
He reigns on His holy throne.

The leaders of the nations rally
to the people of the God of Abraham.
Every shield in the world belongs to God.
He reigns supreme.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I transcribed this psalm from the Jerusalem Bible so that you could read it and take it to heart. I hope you enjoy it and let it bring you closer to God. May God bless you!
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Justin Reamer

Justin Reamer

Holland, Michigan
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