Clap Your Hands, All Nations
For the director of music. A psalm of the sons of Korah.
A coronation shout — clapping, horns, and all the peoples called in, not only Israel. Our Father has gone up to his throne, and the princes of the nations gather as one people with Abraham's. He is King of the whole earth.
47 1Clap your hands, all you peoples! Shout to our Father with cries of joy! 2For our Father Most High is awesome, a great King over all the earth. 3He subdues peoples under us, and nations under our feet. 4He chose our inheritance for us, the pride of Jacob whom he loves. a a v4 'The pride of Jacob' means the Promised Land — the inheritance Jacob's people treasured above all else.
5Our Father has gone up amid shouts of joy, our Father amid the sound of the ram's horn. 6Sing praises to our Father, sing praises! Sing praises to our King, sing praises! 7For our Father is King of all the earth; sing praises with a skillful psalm. 8Our Father reigns over the nations; our Father sits on his holy throne. 9The princes of the peoples gather as the people of the God of Abraham. For the shields of the earth belong to our Father; he is highly exalted. b b v9 'Shields' is a poetic word for rulers and kings — those who lead and defend their peoples.
