Psalm 47
Clap your hands all people
All people clap hands and shout to God, who is terrible and great King over earth; the peoples gather, shields of earth belong to Him, exalted.
9 verses. The 47th of 150 chapters in Psalms, in Poetry and Wisdom.
1O clap your hands, all ye people; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.
2For the Lord most high is terrible; he is a great King over all the earth.
3He shall subdue the people under us, and the nations under our feet.
4He shall choose our inheritance for us, the excellency of Jacob whom he loved. Selah.
5God is gone up with a shout, the Lord with the sound of a trumpet.
6Sing praises to God, sing praises: sing praises unto our King, sing praises.
7For God is the King of all the earth: sing ye praises with understanding.
8God reigneth over the heathen: God sitteth upon the throne of his holiness.
9The princes of the people are gathered together, even the people of the God of Abraham: for the shields of the earth belong unto God: he is greatly exalted.
Matthew Henry on Psalm 47
2,523 words, in 2 passages.
King James Version. Public domain. Set as prose throughout, including the poetry, because the text is published to us without its lines.