[To the chiefe Musician for the sonnes of Korah,
a song vpon Alamoth.]
1
God is our refuge and strength: a very present helpe in trouble.
2
Therfore will not we feare, though the earth be remoued: and though the mountaines be caried into the midst of the sea.
3
Though the waters thereof roare, and be troubled, though the mountaines shake with the swelling thereof.
Selah.
4
There is a riuer, the streames wherof shall make glad the citie of God: the holy place of the Tabernacles of the most High.
5
God is in the midst of her: she shal not be moued;
God shall helpe her, and that right early.
6
The heathen raged, the kingdomes were mooued: he vttered his voyce, the earth melted.
7
The Lord of hosts is with vs;
the God of Iacob is our refuge.
Selah.
8
Come, behold the workes of the Lord, what desolations hee hath made in the earth.
9
He maketh warres to cease vnto the end of the earth: hee breaketh the bow, and cutteth the speare in sunder, he burneth the chariot in the fire.
10
Be stil, and know that I am God: I will bee exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.
11
The Lord of hosts is with vs;
the God of Iacob is our refuge.
Selah.