- [To the chiefe musition,
a song (to be song) of the children of Corach vpon Alamoth.]
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- The Lorde is our refuge & strength: a helpe very easyly founde in troubles.
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- Therfore we wyll not feare though the earth be transposed: and though the hilles rushe into the middest of the sea.
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- Though the waters thereof rage and swell: and though the mountaynes shake at the surges of the same.
Selah.
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- [Yet] the fludde by his ryuers shall make glad the citie of God: the holy place of the tabernacles of the most hyghest.
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- God is in the myddest of her, therfore she can not be remoued: the Lorde wyll helpe her, and that ryght early.
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- The heathen make much a do, and the kyngdomes are moued: but [God] shewed his voyce, and the earth melted away.
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- The God of hoastes is with vs: the Lorde of Iacob is our refuge.
Selah.
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- O come hither and beholde the workes of God: what distructions he hath brought vpon the earth.
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- He maketh warres to ceasse in all the worlde: he breaketh the bowe, & knappeth the speare in sunder, and burneth the charettes in the fire.
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- Be styll then, and knowe that I am the Lorde: I wyll be exalted among the heathen, I wyll be exalted in the earth.
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- The God of hoastes is with vs: the Lorde of Iacob is our refuge.
Selah.
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