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[1] <A song, the psalme of the children of Corach.> Great is God, and hyghly to be praysed: in the citie of our Lorde, his holy hyll
[2] The hyll of Sion is fayre in situation, and the ioy of the whole earth: vpon the north syde lyeth the citie of the great king
[3] God is well knowen in her palaces: as a most sure refuge
[4] (48:4a) For lo kinges did assemble, and passe by together
[5] (48:4b) they them selues sawe it, lykewyse they marueyled, they were astonyed with feare, and sodenly in haste they were gone away
[6] (48:5) A feare came there vpon them and sorowe: as vpon a woman in her childe trauayle
[7] (48:6) Thou didst breake the shippes of the sea: through the east wynde
[8] (48:7) Lyke as we haue hearde, so haue we seene in the citie of God of hoastes: in the citie of our Lorde, God vpholdeth the same for euer. Selah
[9] (48:8) O Lorde we haue wayted: for thy louyng kindnesse in the myddest of thy temple
[10] (48:9) O Lorde, accordyng to thy name, so is thy prayse vnto the worldes ende: thy ryght hande is full of iustice
[11] (48:10) Mount Sion shall reioyce, and the daughters of Iuda shalbe glad: because of thy iudgementes
[12] (48:11) Compasse about Sion, and go rounde about her: and tell the towres therof
[13] (48:12) Marke well her bulwarkes, beholde her hygh palaces: that ye may tell it to your posteritie
[14] (48:13) For this God is our God for euer and euer: he wyll be our guide vnto death
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