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[For the end, a Psalm for the sons of Core.]
[1] Clap your hands, all ye nations; shout to God with a voice of exultation.
[2] For the Lord most high is terrible; he is a great king over all the earth.
[3] He has subdued the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.
[4] He has chosen out his inheritance for us, the beauty of Jacob which he loved. Pause.
[5] God is gone up with a shout, the Lord with a sound of a trumpet.
[6] Sing praises to our God, sing praises: sing praises to our King, sing praises.
[7] For God is king of all the earth: sing praises with understanding.
[8] God reigns over the nations: God sits upon the throne of his holiness.
[9] The rulers of the people are assembled with the God of Abraam: for God's mighty ones of the earth have been greatly exalted.
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