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[1] <To the chiefe musition, a song (to be song) of the children of Corach vpon Alamoth.> The Lorde is our refuge & strength: a helpe very easyly founde in troubles
[2] Therfore we wyll not feare though the earth be transposed: and though the hilles rushe into the middest of the sea
[3] Though the waters thereof rage and swell: and though the mountaynes shake at the surges of the same. Selah
[4] [Yet] the fludde by his ryuers shall make glad the citie of God: the holy place of the tabernacles of the most hyghest
[5] God is in the myddest of her, therfore she can not be remoued: the Lorde wyll helpe her, and that ryght early
[6] The heathen make much a do, and the kyngdomes are moued: but [God] shewed his voyce, and the earth melted away
[7] The God of hoastes is with vs: the Lorde of Iacob is our refuge. Selah
[8] O come hither and beholde the workes of God: what distructions he hath brought vpon the earth
[9] 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
[10] Be styll then, and knowe that I am the Lorde: I wyll be exalted among the heathen, I wyll be exalted in the earth
[11] The God of hoastes is with vs: the Lorde of Iacob is our refuge. Selah
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